The jelly trail got thinner and thinner. It was attracting flies. When finally there was no more of it melting out of her, she scuttled backwards to a corner and lay there, half propped up, keening softly. Pain was like a taste in her mouth, like chewing on rusty iron. **It’s done,** said the voice in her head. It was fading. **You’ve consumed me. Thank you for showing me the world above.** “Trentwall? Here is not the whole world.” **It is to me.** Blood and a clear, sticky liquid were leaking from the hole where the devil leg had been. **I’ll be gone soon. Your brain cannot absorb my
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