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Rockson climbed down the other side, putting more of the pitons in the wall to accomplish that. The other Freefighters were over in a minute, using the strong metal mini-spikes as hand- and footholds. Detroit handed the heavy wolf-dog down, and then climbed down himself.
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crawling with worms. He shouted and dropped it. He saw the trees around him wither, and the leaves rot off and fall in a cascade of dank death. The sky opened up with blacks snow Patrick Turner swirling down, burning his skin... The Whisperers were picking up his most fearful thoughts - like black shanty creek resort
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