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As Bloom parries spiders real and imagined in the upper rafters, swinging a length of sigilsteel as light as a feather and as heavy as a mountain, the wind picks up. Mist gathers in small amounts. Doc's earlier work, or his prayers, answered. Or maybe Stylus the Rainbow Sleeker provides a touch of fortune. Was that a flicker of rainbow light on the waves?
Hard to say.
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The Luperni Pursuit craft is slow in responding. Something about holes in their sails. Which is good.
