The throb suddenly became a roar, and Gyre stumbled back, staring, as across the gap a great wormlike thing swam out of the rock, stone moving impossibly like water around it. In the open air, it was too big to support itself, and she watched as it writhed up along the wall and into the ceiling, half submerging itself. Its gigantic conical head, if it was a head, swung around to face her. It had no mouth, no eyes, but thousands of slit-like pits covered its skin, pulsing open and closed as if breathing, smelling. In the light of her headlamp, its brilliantly colored scales flashed, iridescent
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