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He looked past her, loudly flattening his spines. “I have not invited you back.” “It’s raining,” Eric said on the stair. “Excellent. Keep me informed. Get out.” Meoraq continued to stare until Eric and the others turned around and tromped back upstairs. “Raining,” he muttered, and prodded at the heat stones.
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