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Wherein Puzzle Learns Conservation of Motion

The raw air was like knives on her skin. She had grievously misjudged the potency of her artifact and now she was in trouble. Her brother’s hot-air balloon was so far above now.  She couldn’t hear him anymore, only the roar of wind past her fur.  It became nothing but a shrinking point and then …

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