BlazeThe young giants came out of the bird's cave, looking the worse for wear. Humph’s shirt was dangling from one shoulder. There was a scratch across his chest. Chris had lost a hank of hair, and his belt was gone. He was holding up his cargo shorts with a clenched fist. Their faces were smug until they saw the piasa banking into a turn, wheeling
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