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“In her head, Aru had envisioned this epic leap where she soared through the air on the shield and pinned someone with her lightning bolt. In reality, she just slid forward and crashed into the back wall with a loud thud. Mini dropped her shield and Brynne ran to her. "What the heck was that?" demanded Boo. Aru groaned. "I don't know....It worked in Wonder Woman." "Are you Wonder Woman?" "I...am facedown in a pile of shame.”

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Aru Shah and the Song of Death

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