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The death of the dragon had had unpredictable effects on the spells that he
had in place. One of those spells had been on the chains that had held
Astra
captive, ensuring that they could not be broken by any non-magical means.
At
the moment of the dragon's death, the chains had given off a great pulse of
octarine light, and then Astra had found herself free and somewhere else.
She found herself standing in an untidy and none too clean caravan. A corpulent, greasy, middle-aged man was looking at her in surprise, for it wasn't every day that a naked woman materialised out of thin air. But he regained his poise quite quickly and said: "That was quite an entrance, toots. You must tell me how you did that sometime. I'm Zeke, the boss of this carnival. I guess you must be here for the job I advertised. Well, looking like you do, you've got it. I've got your costume here somewhere. Hold on a moment." He rummaged in a trunk, drew out a midnight-blue leotard covered in sequins and tossed it to her. Feeling that it had to be an improvement over wearing nothing at all, she put it on. It fit her surprisingly well. Zeke went on:
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