The spell hung before me like a crippled butterfly of sound and color, trapped within the synesthetic web of my personal vision of the logrus, to come again when i summoned it, to be released when i uttered the four omitted words.
Maybe they only let me go because david distracted. Gaffney turned in that direction.
You dared not enter the city of night.
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