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Lyssandra effortlessly lifted the trembling princess from the sand-covered table, her strength making the motion seem insignificant.
She placed Rosalinda gently back down on the now cleared surface, smoothing the sand away with a casual wave of her hand, leaving the smooth wooden surface beneath.
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It was less a series of spurts and more like a firehose unleashed, a continuous, pressurized torrent of white that painted the air, the table, the floor, and Lyssandra in sticky ropes.
And it wouldn't stop.