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26 – The ______ of Maggots
“This is why I wanted napalm,” Erika hissed, staying well back from the opening. The Warrior pulled a card from her pocket, flung it toward the hole leading to what she assumed to be the Mother of Maggots, and snapped her fingers. It grew until its edges hit the walls, blocking off most of the hole. A few small gaps remained along the thinner ends of the playing card, but it would stop people from slipping and falling in. “I’m not sure I have the firepower to take out that,” she said,…-
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25 – The Ziggurat
Black bile splattered across the steps of the ziggurat. Chunks of viscera arced through the air, flung from the end of Erika’s bat. Each turned into a projectile in its own right, splattering every maggot in the way. Grime coated every inch of her face. Erika opted for garbage clothes knowing she would end up getting dirty, but she hadn’t quite realized just how messy the night would become. Her hair felt tangled and greasy, a rat’s nest despite pinning it in a neat bun to keep it out of the way.…-
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24 – The Maggots of Myrk
It only took six hours before things went to shit. “That’s the twelfth cop car that’s gone in the opposite direction from us,” Daniel commented as Leslie pulled his oversized truck off to the side of the road, making way for the emergency vehicles. “Thirteenth… fourteenth,” he added as two more blazed through an intersection ahead of them. Erika watched them go, eyes drifting up to the turbulent column of smoke stretching up to the clouds. Leslie started pulling back into the street,…-
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23 – i – The Hermit
Tucked away in the heart of Hyde Park, concealed behind a nondescript brick façade, Ren lounged in her small slice of paradise within the otherwise chaotic city of Chicago. To the uninitiated, it appeared as little more than an aging townhouse, but to those with the right eyes—or the right introductions—it opened a door to a whole other world. The heavy scent of incense hung in the air, mixing with the violet smoke that wafted from her long pipe. Carefully cultivated flowerpots hung throughout the…-
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Erika’s good mood did not last long. As if attracted by the fight with the pale-tattooed man, flocks of metallic birds swarmed overhead. If there had been a sun in this place, they would have blotted it out. As it was, Erika didn’t know why she could see with no obvious source of light and, frankly, did not care. “Reload!” Erika shouted, passing her spent gun to one cultist whose name she still had not learned. They took it from her and passed her a loaded gun in return, which Erika snatched up,…
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Layer by layer, sense by sense, Erika felt herself peeled apart. Sound went first: the gunfire, the shouts, the screech of metal birds all stretched and warped, then snapped into a cacophonous silence. The bridge, the van, and her allies smeared into streaks of color, then into impossible geometries—shapes that hurt to look at, their colors did not exist. Smell and taste followed, but not quietly. The spiciest curry paled compared to the taste of reality. A violent explosion of every taste at once…
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