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18-SOL continued in the air, moving towards the shore but with the motion becoming gradually slower. The short-beams dropped into the water, turning themselves off as they were no longer gripped.
The injured beast sank into the stream, its wounds still glowing and steaming. It went a little way downstream, sinking to the bottom and was still.
Above one could hear Willy saying something indistinguishable but emphatic and in Irish.
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