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Headlines "Balthazar's Silhouette" by sampleneopian The door opened with a creak. Even before Balthazar entered, the faeries knew he was in a bad mood. The unwavering, milky-white moonlight revealed an expression sour as lemons, with two eyes burning with fury and a jaw set at a stiff angle. Despite the fatigue he must have had, his paws were clenched hard, as if squeezing his sachet would help him exact revenge on his poor progress that day.
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The Door Closes: Part Three I stare down at the table, head in my hands. Anders pokes his nose at my fingers, chirping quietly. Several spikes of stone lie broken on the ground.
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