The rain dripped dolefully off the slanted tiled roof of the walkway. They take these responsibilities—theBurdens of Jiharre, as they call them—most seriously. He tried to smile. Its surface wasa uniform matte black, and there was a curious silver cord, thin as a hair, holding it together.
She knew what wascoming. I can smell it. Then, its hideous jaws swungopen and it swallowed the energy whole. You made that choiceinstinctively.
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