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self being hauled up … I was in a bag!
'Let me out!' I shrieked, thrashing madly at the enclosed space. 'Get me out of here! Rhünilde, help! Let me out!
'We have her!' said a gruff voice. 'The Matak will praise us.'
My blood turned cold and I cursed quietly. I was in the hands of the enemy - but what followed was just as bad, if not even worse.
'We have the Shaman.'
Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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