“xiao xiao whirl like a tornado, something you can’t stop nor stop staring at, moving with both purpose and the threat of malice. It’s a hurricane force sound, heavy and with purposeful intent, and it stamps through the room, enough to rip the house clear out of the ground and send you to a whole other world, you and your little dog.”
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