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himself and stoically withdrew the lance, all the while watching the black putrid fluids of his condemned body pump madly out onto the floor of the cave. Then it ceased. |
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One of the generals had tested Korbac, but the answer was clear. The curse continued. |
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Korbac, like his attacker, lumbered clumsily down the steps of the altar and back to his cubicle. Korbac buried his obscene face in his deformed paws and began to whimper. |
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The true believers were mesmerized. |
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Under most circumstances, I would have been as well, but another message was coming through loud and clear. There was a great more at stake here than the appeasement of a cult god. I didn't know exactly what the true believers had in mind for old Elliott, but whatever it was, I knew I was the only person inclined to put a stop to it. |
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The action wasn't well planned, nor was it all that subtle. Neither really matters, because I got away with it. While Bert and Angie were still caught up in the ritual that had just unfolded, I had slipped my trusty little Swiss army knife out of my pocket and used the butt end to crack one of the glass containers. Almost immediately the air was assailed by the pungent aroma of gasoline. Then I carefully extracted the other container and slipped it under my jacket. |
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For a moment I thought I had overdone |
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