![]() And as it fell, it caught fire and burnt in the air, sizzling, spattering, spitting angrily.Īnd afire, all the world’s sin fell into Gavin’s eye and set his orb aflame. There was no escaping the bulbous, congealed ordure schloomping toward his eye. He tried to turn, twist, look away, but his eyes were propped open. Gavin screamed, but his words were taken from him like silk torn from the spool in a spider’s gut, unwinding until it snapped inside him, leaving him empty and shattered inside. ![]() He upended his dustpan over Gavin’s face. Dustpan filled to overflowing with creosote sins, Orholam turned toward Gavin for the first time.Īs he turned, his face was blinding bright, unknowable, a miasma of razor-edged light, but at the corner of his mouth, his beard twitched with a torturer’s glee. Whistling a nursery song, he gathered barbarities and cruelties and outrages as Gavin lay on his back in the center of it all, arms spread, thrashing against his bonds. ![]() Like a house slave sweeping dirt into a pile, Orholam had heaped together all the earth’s horrors and sin. ![]()
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