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Strings 4

Continued from Strings 3

Tristan grabbed Roslyn firmly and held her up to the light. She quacked and squirmed. Then Tristan tossed her up and she passed quickly through the light, disappearing from view.

'And now our duck is through the portal. We shall soon be getting video reception - Paul, is the television on?'