moved

Then the image, the command-and-hate impressions, the touch of Robane’s mind, were blocked off together by the shield.
Telzey opened her eyes, glanced about. For long seconds, she remained motionless. The trees stirred above as a breeze rustled past. Here in the world of material reality, nothing seemed changed or different. But what had she run into at Robane’s house?
A sound reached her . . . the rolling thunder of explosion. It faded away, echoing across the plain.
It seemed to have come from the forest to the south. Telzey listened a moment, moved forward until she could look out from behind the trees.
An ugly rolling cloud of yellow smoke partly concealed the area where the

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