The haggish looking spirit had grotesque skin that reminded me of maggots behind the other-worldly glow it cast. We were a contrast in color, its garment a ghostly white that matched its face and mine as black as night. It flexed its fingers as it watched us—macabre-looking, skeletal things on disturbingly long hands and arms that stretched down past the knees of its spindly, spider-like legs. Enormous, tattered, leathery wings stretched over its head—deformed structures that could never have carried it if it had a physical body. It was an angel whose outward form was now a reflection of his
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