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Mark remembered the rattling branches and the whistling wind when she made her appearance on the horizon, her black cape soaring behind. He had dismantled the tent and folded it in the casing, stuffed the blankets in the knapsacks, which were lined up against a tree for their owners when they would come back. Everything was neatly packed for the return trip. Zohra was out of breath. Mark

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ZohraII: The new QueenBy Joseph Palazzo“Once you no longer fear death… once you no longer fear pain, then no one can have power over you.”There were days when Zit-ratu would fall back to his semi-conscious state. Zig-oktu was hoping that this wasn’t one of those.“Even for Master Zaybu,” Zit-ratu said after a while.Zig-oktu replied, “Yes, this applies even for Master Zaybu… Some might say that you

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