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This shift at the library was more fun than usual, Dawn had to admit. It wasn’t that her friends never came to the library while she was working—actually, considering she only worked three days a week, it seemed to happen a lot—but usually they had to ignore each other, since Dawn was working and her friend (whoever it might be) was doing homework. Now, though, every time she walked past Corrie, Corrie would look up from her history reading and make a silly face. Dawn would make a face back, stifling her giggles because it was a library, and walk on with whatever book she was shelving next.

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Vince lost consciousness for a few minutes after Shane left. It might have been the blood loss, though Shane had been careful not to leave wounds that risked bleeding out. It might have been the sizable branch weighing on his torso, though it was not so heavy as to leave him unable to breathe. It might have even been shame. After all that training, all that discussion and planning and bravado, he’d still been trounced like he was nothing. He was supposed to be a force that his team could rely on. Instead it seemed like he spent most of time lying on the ground, defeated.

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“You orange glowing bastard!” Roy screamed as he went sailing through the air yet again. He’d lost count of his flights somewhere in the teens, not because it was too hard to keep up, but because there was no point. Each had thought one of them would break, run out of steam, or come up with a new strategy to end things. As it was they were dancing the same tango they’d been shimmying since they started.

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The discovery of the guards' bodies put Gwyrfal in an uproar. "How could Tennoc have defeated three of my best men?" fretted Dunnoc. "Three men he trusted!"

"He had to have been warned, sire," said Daevys ar Ulvyn. "There's no other explanation, though perhaps it was his plan all along. He took them by surprise like a coward." He helped Dunnoc drink from his cup. The King shook now more than ever. His legs were growing stiff; he never left his rooms but for meals at which he presided but did not eat for fear of spilling food and drink down his front in public.

"Who could have done it? Who betrayed me?"

"We shall discover the man, sire. Or woman."

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