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Pangs

The Merlin continued, despite the sting of the cold wind on his face. He didn’t have time to stop, not yet; he was still a thousand miles from his destination, soaring through the Southwest. He saw a stitch of dragonflies ahead and tilted slightly to the left, flitting his wings and picking up speed; he hadn’t eaten since the evening before – a small prairie dog, strayed too far from his lair – the bugs wouldn’t be much, but hopefully they would hold him long enough. The Merlin missed, the dragons scattered, and before he could loop around for another pass, the steel ball from a child’s brand-new pellet gun struck his wing, sending him to the cold, hard ground.

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