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10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Vizhu, chto net. Melknula mysl, chto ne stoit zavodit etot razgovor, no Zhelanie vygovoritsia nachistotu priamo-taki raspiralo, ustalost otodvinula Ostorozhnost na zadnij plan, i menia poneslo: Koe o chem, kasaiushchemsia nas oboih, svetochtimaia. Ia snova umolk. Nechego dutsia. V to zhe samoe mgnovenie on okazalsia v sedle vperedi nee. I stol strashny oni byli v bitve, chto. I natknulsia na pristalnyj vzgliad karih glaz, Vygliadyvavshih iz-pod kashtanovoj chelki. Za odnu vozmozhnost priobshcheniia k podobnoj sile u nas liuboj mag Dushu by Mraku prodal. Odin raz on vse zhe menia chut ne Pojmal, no ia nyrnul pod nego i rvanulsia vverh Gejzerom. Ne zabyvaj, chto on ego brat. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-US style='font-size:
10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Chast tretia ILLIuZIIa IShODA 1. Tuman pritiagival ee vzgliad, kak magnit, i trevoga ee Rosla. Radushnyj. Sbiv s nog kakogo-to nizkoroslogo voiaku, Okazavshegosia u nego na puti, on vzletel v sedlo i vyvel drakha iz obshej Besporiadochnoj tolpy. Ty moj gost, Eliot Niksard, i stol prostye zhelaniia nichut menia ne Zatrudniat. Obernuvshis, ia uvidel ego na prezhnej Distancii v tri shaga. Ia byl Oshelomlen. Skanirovanie ne vyiavilo nikakih zhivyh sozdanij v predelah neskolkih Kilometrov. My ne dogonim Ego dazhe na drakhah slishkom daleko, chtoby my uspeli. S nej priiatno bylo provodit Vremia. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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