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Preview Paragraph: Hunting for Spring

“The glass of the sliding door had been shattered, and fragments glittered across the late autumn leaves like fringes of snow. Conor reserved a thousand and one curses for the folly of idiot necromancers. They dabbled in dark magic like fingerpainters in first grade art class and then most of them were either killed by their creations or ran the other way from the nightmares they unleashed. And for his kind, tracking them down on the streets meant another day at the office.”

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