Burns Susan

Susan took a breath and then nodded. "Can you climb?"
"Think so," I said, eyeing the ladder. I held out the cane. "Take this for me?"
Susan reached out to take the blade. There was a flicker of silver static and she hissed, jerking her fingers back. "What the hell is that?"
"Magic sword."
"Well, it sucks," Susan said. "Go ahead; I'll come up behind you."


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