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“I’m cleansing his mind,” Avia said. “It’s quite important for the next part.”

“You’re sending water up his nose. I had a barber who used to do that,” Obal commented. He wanted the prince back, not a strange creature conducting watery experiments on him.

A wet tearing sound was quickly overtaken by a heavy slosh as the gaping wound spouted out thick globby ropes of the rancid black like a geyser, it painted her walls and clothes in gelled splatterings and even more rice sized maggots.