The fées watched as poor Caelestis, who was looking like a scrawny flag in the wind, squealed and shouted as she leapt into the air, trying to save the precious livres and ancient writings and scripts that were getting sucked into the void. As she deposited an armful of yellowed parchment papers safely behind a nearby shelf, she shouted to them, "Okay, come on out!"
Stella, Tecna, and Flora quickly soared out of their nook behind a shelf. "Now what?" Tecna yelled over the ever rising wind.
"One of us has to go in!" Caelestis screamed back to them.
"WHAT?!" screeched Stella. Flora looked like...
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