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“I kept my eyes open as we whirled between displays, watching fire-breathers spout like baby dragons and a series of knife throwers strike targets the size of wine corks hanging from their friend’s ears. And I knew the answer to my question. We were in trouble – we mortals. So much trouble.”

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Book:Dance With The Sword
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