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Chapter 92: The Threat

In shock, the racoon doth stand,

With no idea at hand,

For if his magic powers flee,

He'll be powerless, unable to help thee.

The clown doth smirk, with cruel intent,

"Your fate is sealed, my dear friend,

For I'll not let you escape my grasp,

Your power is mine, at last."

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