The azalan turned suddenly, nostrils twitching. The broad, squat head dipped down on its long, thickly muscled neck. Down to the tent’s back wall at the base. Where urine from the latrine pit had soaked through. A soft cluck, then the demon wheeled about and lifted a hind limb. Two penises dropped into view from a fold of flesh. Twin streams reached down to the sodden carpet. Kalam reeled back at the stench, back, out through the flap and outside into the chill night air, where he remained, on hands and knees, gagging. A moment later the demon emerged. Lifted its head to test the air, then
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