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The dragon ascended quickly. Ceridwyn's magic struck one of its wings and it mouthed a silent cry of pain.
Alys turned as she felt the draft from the beast's wings. Furious, she said, "Why didn't you run?"
Ceridwyn had reacted instinctively, using magic that destroyed things that lived. Now she could see that the dragon was Risen. She had never known such despair.
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