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... ent low, left hand shielding his eyes from the spray. The acolytes surged forward, arms extended, their fingers blackening and elongating as they moved.
The priest convulsed again. His spine rose, arched almost to the point of breaking, and the flesh at his shoulders rippled up, splitting the skin like a jacket too tight for its owner.
New arms unfolded, twitching and jointless, slick with birth-slime and studded with pale claws.
His head, now half-molten by Torgo’s powde ...
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