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Miranda stared into the crystal ball. She had to time it just right. After 600 hundred years her escape was imminent, but she didn’t know what her fate would be once she was released from the hold.
The tempest could not be trusted – Miranda knew this, but he offered the only chance. Soon the ball sparkled with light so bright Miranda had to cover her eyes with her long talons. A kaleidoscope of light soon revealed a clock. A look of disbelief glazed over Miranda’s eyes and an angry grimace creased her lips. The witching hour would not be for another two hours – another two hundred years in Miranda time.
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