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- Idly, I pressed down on the pebble between my fingers, and felt the fizz of Stonesmith's shaping abilities as it narrowed into a stone dart, then flattened out into a perfectly smooth, round disk. I stood, turned, and used five kinds of super-strength to flick it at the bay. Quarrel's powers insured that it struck at exactly the perfect angle. It would have been symbolic, or poetic, if it had skipped exactly fifteen times, but it only made it to about nine before it struck the rusting hulk of a wrecked ship and shattered with a clang.
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