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... ng wheel, counting each breath the oversized wolf takes from the passenger seat.
Inhale. Exhale. Each one sounds like someone slowly deflating a balloon made of sandpaper. If I weren’t tracking the faint magical signature pulsing at the edge of my awareness, I might conjure a plastic bag just to get some peace.
"So where exactly are we headed?" Jack-Eye asks, his voice carrying the forced politeness people use when they think you’re being unreasonable.
The pulsing grows s ...
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