Abigail Babsa

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Where do you want it?” Tor asks, as if the boy had never spoken. Cords of muscle strain at her bicep, in her forearm. Selwyn tilts his head, assessing the creature. “In the wing.” Tor aims; the string tightens. “On your signal.”
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