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The mask tilted to one side as she pressed the pistol to the center of my forehead. Hot pressure rose behind my eyes, and I felt myself being sucked from my body, bone and spirit tearing far away from one another as I jumped. I pulled against it, but it was an impulse, mechanical. It was kill or be killed. My spirit cut through her mind, throwing her spirit right out of her body.
The Mime Order (The Bone Season, #2)
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