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Tumbling from the fir’s branches like a sword from the stone, keys of silver hit the ground, prone. Time stops. Confusion spreads - Gorgesus croaks at Rankus, “IF YOU PICK UP THOSE KEYS, YOU’RE DEAD” Mewn, feeling his age like a wrinkly balloon, will fall out of the sky unless he gets sap soon.

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