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(Donoma)

I followed Iona along the beach, occasionally putting my hand up to my head because of the headache.

I looked at Iona as she turned to me saying "Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but that animal we heard sounded awfully like a-"

She was cut off as something whooshed in.

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