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- He didn’t make it. The black shape with the glowing emerald eyes came at him, and Dembe thought he heard the crackle of a vulture’s wings. Pain burst across his arm as iron-hard fingers trapped his limb and snapped bone. He cried out and lost his grip on the AKM. The rifle clattered away.
- - Dragonfire, Chapter 1
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