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Chapter 41. Grain & Flesh
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... aptiste as he finally lowers the nightmare in his hands pretending to be a shotgun.
The blunderbuss—if you can even call it that—actually licks its own muzzle with a wet, slurping sound. A fat, purple tongue, slick as an oil spill, worms out and wipes the barrel clean. The front of the weapon bends into what is clearly a frown, the metal folding into a distinct, cartoonishly disappointed face.
Veronica takes half a step back. Jelly Boy buzzes defensively. Clyde just grunts like h ...
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