As the Wastrel rushed, Spurlock sidestepped, swept the ball into his hand, set himself and threw it. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. Poe is all right, if you don't mind nightmares.
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