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been an eagle flying very high, but it was not an eagle. It circled and stooped, and
down it came with that thunder and shrill whistle of outspread golden wings. It
alighted on huge talons on the summit of the dune. Against the sun the great head
was black, with fiery glints. "The
Farthest Shore" |
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