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- Hajar shouted but did not know if he made any noise.
- Already the roar of the earth was more than his ears could take.
- Tents came loose from their moorings and collapsed.
- The low fence around the goat pen was shaken free, and the goats, a flurry of white and gray, bounded to freedom.
- The horses pulled their pegs loose from the ground and fled into the night.
- Then the mak fawa escaped from its earthen prison and bored up through the center of the camp.
- It was a dragon of the old legends, its head a wedge-shaped spike that effortless plowed from the ground, followed by a chainlike neck, and finally a great body made of metal ribs. It took a moment for that to sink in on Hajar.
- The mak fawa was made entirely of metal, its brass hide shining in the moonlight.
- Several of the guards were already fleeing, but more were rushing toward the monstrosity. The creature had appeared from below, near the center of the camp, near the qadir's tent. In some Fallaji, that inspired loyalty, in others, fear. Hajar felt nothing more than life-saving caution.
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- The Brother's War, Chapter 7
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