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The griffin spread its wings and flapped into the air. I watched with wide eyes as the mythical creature flew over our heads and up toward the roof. The creature landed with a soft clack of its claws on top of the bookcases on the uppermost floor. It drew its wings against its body and nestled in for a long stay.
Crates moved toward the bridge, but I didn't follow. My attention was still riveted to the spot where the man had once stood before the door. He paused and looked back to me. "Are you feeling well?"
I snapped my jaws shut and spun around to face him where I pointed a finger at the empty spot. "A griffin just killed a guy, and you're asking me if I'm feeling well?"
He nodded. "I am."
I threw up my arms. "How is this not insane? How could you just let that thing ki
