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Larry Silverfall
Watching Spree run out the door, far too fast for his human legs to keep up with her, he decided it best if he stayed here and tried not to pursue. Lightly running his fingers through his wife's beutiful lockes of hair, he remembered those strange dreams and wondered if the terror of this place ad brought this about.
What were those dreams in reference to and just what danger did they actually walk themselves into? The dreams seemed so long ago, as though they almost never really existed. For the life of him...he could not even remember a single one. He looked up and surveyed the people most close to him. Was Mistral being bewitched by one of them? How would he know?
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