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- “We’re going to get to Mizzy,” I said. “Megan, can you conjure up some temporary faces for us?”
- “Not a problem.” She concentrated and changed in a split second—eyes the wrong color, a face that was too round, and hair that was black instead of golden. I assumed I’d undergone a similar transformation. I took a deep breath, then handed my rifle to Abraham. Though I’d seen people in Ildithia carrying guns, mine was far too advanced. It would draw attention.
- Page 125 Chapter 15, Calamity
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