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Time
passed.
Even
with
the
power
throbbing
through
her
head
it
was
a
painfully
hard
task,
like
threading
a
needle
by
moonlight,
but
eventually
she
had
a
handful
of
silver.
In
the
slow,
heavy
world
in
which
she
now
appeared
to
be
she
took
the
hank
and
threw
it
slowly
towards
Esk.
It
became
a
cloud,
swirled
like
a
whirlpool
and
vanished.
She
was
aware
of
a
shrill
chittering
noise,
and
shadows
on
the
edge
of
sight.
Well,
it
happened
to
everyone
sooner
or
later.
They
had
come,
drawn
as
always
by
a
discharge
of
magic.
You
just
had
to
learn
to
ignore
them.
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