Groundhog Day, Faerie Apocalypse, Part VIII
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Fran woke up choking. She pulled herself out of bed and slipped through the town. Her throat was still clogged with smoke. It hadn't worked. Everything was right, but it still hadn't worked.
She paused to pet the guard dog who was waiting, where he always was, angry and twitchy but willing to let her touch him. He hadn't been there when the fire came last time. He hadn't been there when they'd been slaughtered the time before. Had someone cut him loose?
She knelt in front of the dog and muttered a series of Workings into his fuzzy ear. Then, she went to wake the Mayor.
This time it was going to work out.
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