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Chapter fifteen
Chapter fifteen Gold Mask vs. Silver MasksSometimes the Star Lords procrastinated unbearably in their casual dumping of me down into action. Often and often I’d find myself in some desperate situation, quite without a clue, unable instantly to decide exactly what the Everoinye were demanding of me. They acted like this, I was more than half convinced, not out of malice but out of sheer indifference. This time there was no misunderstanding. Normally the Star Lords catapulted me into danger naked, unarmed, and half-bedazzled from the effects of the blue radiance, the baleful form of the gigantic Scorpion and the stomach-unsettling topsy-turvy fall through nothingness. This time I felt limber, alert, ready for what might befall. I needed to be. By Zair, I needed to be! I was, as usual,
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