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It was an inviolable law of nature that even the most glorious creatures had their Achilles’ heels. The wily fox had its eye-catching red coat, the swift hare had its tufted white tail, the grizzly bear was slow, the dolphin was trusting, the shark had to keep moving forward or perish. For the Ikati, the weakness was even more profound. They could not Shift when injured. Evanescence became permanence. Mutable became fixed. Camouflage became cage. From behind him came the amused tenor of Silas. “It seems these interlopers won’t be a problem after all, my lord. Providence is once again on our side.” Dominus didn’t turn or invite him forward out of the shadows where he’d been standing for the last hour and would remain indefinitely until directed to do otherwise. He merely pushed aside the
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