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Thorne closed his eyes. He thought of the typo. Eagler. It sounded like a cheap brand of lawn furniture, or a knock-off sneaker. It didn't sound like a warrior's grave.
He was trapped inside the coffin of a dying bird. The ground was rushing up, a swirling mosaic of browns and greens. He had seconds.