Zohariel creased up her face and swung her bell. It sounded and rang, rang loud and harshly. She shivered in her rags, dropped the bell and fell to the ground. All she knew was a burning, white hot pain before all went black.
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Amin i waith dangeren i firn i guinar. Amin ith a riel guldur.
You keep talking but all I ever hear is blah blah blah.
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