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Magic #234


"What?" Rhian took Clora's other hand and brushed it over Frankie's head. It was the strangest of sensations. She felt the glowing blue, ghostly, feathers beneath her fingers; but also the cold, hard, stone of the creatures skull.

"I do not understand..."

Minerva sat down next to Clora and poured herself a cup of water. "Frankie is an ancient creature. Rhian found him buried deeply inside a cliff face. Her inheritance allows her to re-animate them. He's a cutie once you get used to him. But don't underestimate him. He's more dangerous than any skeleton a bone weaver raises."

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