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... my—confession. " "Look!" Caris pointed to the western slopes above the Citadel; a dozen black forms could be seen riding down them. There was a thin glitter of drawn weapons in the heatless light. "Where are Suraklin's defenses now when we need them?" Antryg wondered aloud. "Should we split up?" "Good heavens no! Make for the pits. . . " Caris skidded to a stop. "Are you mad? If the defenses are ...
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