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- Glynda eyed a discarded sword from one of the unconscious White Fang behind him. It floated up into the air. "For that, I am thankful."
- Adam screamed as it dug into the back of his leg. He staggered and stumbled, even if his aura deflected it and no blood was drawn.
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