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- I could feel her grip, taking hold of my hood, the ends of the spikes at my shoulder, the ends of my coat. Parts of my outfit that weren’t close enough to my skin to be considered an extension of me. I tried to fly and I couldn’t. I could use my strength and try to tear free of my costume, but I couldn’t get my hands to where I could grab it. My forcefield-
- -couldn’t. As she expanded around me, she started at my costume. Her own body blocked her ability to claw off my costume.
- Open! I told her. Cocoon! Reach in-
- Too late. The Simurgh flung me. Us. Everything. Directly away from her.
- - Last 20.5
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