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Mike turned and faced a huge being.
"What did you do to her?" he asked, angry beyond all caution.
"Well met, last child of the O'Ciardha sidhe," the tall figure intoned in a sepulchral voice as light in his eyes ignited.
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"The Queen left of her own accord."
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