[ He reaches for a hand, a sleeve, some swatch of her dress, her wing, but instead his paw closes around the thin, bony stretch of tail, well above the vane. Its usual bend pulls straight, taut — it's not until it's stretched to its full length, creating resistance, that she stops in her tracks. She can't fully turn, but the limb tries to thrash loose. ]
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Let go of me!