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Wind whipped around them, icy one second and then dry as a desert the next. Akuchi stood firm against it. The door in the wind blasted them, carrying threat from another world. Or perhaps that threat had already come through with the creeping unnatural moss coating the glade around them. Whatever the threat, Akuchi hoped that he could deal with it. Otherwise, his soulbond Prince Cyrille was doomed.
