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Those Who Favor Fire

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The cold bit deeper in the mines, clean through fur and armor. Beneath the eerie gleam of ice lurked an impossible anatomy of colors and claws. Black beads of eyes swallowed the Magitek lights.

"That must be it," said Wedge.

"If it's not," Biggs replied, "I don't wanna know what the hell it is."

For several moments there was no sound but the clanging of the engines.

Biggs cleared his throat. "I'm not carrying that thing."

"It would melt, anyway." Perhaps it was already melting; Wedge set his armor in reverse. "We're done here. This is somebody else's problem now."