“If it gets much worse, even you won’t be able to survive, Noctus.” The Paragon dug into a pocket of his robe and pulled out a tuft of feathers tied to a string—a cat toy. He dangled the feathers in front of me. Maybe I should bat at it—to be obliging. Woah! The Paragon abruptly flopped to the floor, disappearing from sight. I peered over the edge of the settee as he shuffled around so he was on his back. He beamed up at me and thrust his fist up into the air, shaking the feathers in front of me. Baffled by this bizarre behavior, I turned to Noctus, relieved to see he was also staring at the
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