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Doubt seeped into Andrew’s thoughts. As though on cue, he felt something slick and evil reach out and touch him. It probed him for a moment, and Andrew reached for the Shadow. Then it struck like a cobra fighting a mongoose.
Wrapped in darkness, Andrew felt weariness steal over him. He looked up and saw Amoroth walking into the cavern. His movements were jerky, as if he had lost the motor skills necessary to walk. Areas of his flesh had become swollen and inflamed with hundreds of boils. His vacant stare was directed at Andrew. The force that held him squeezed tighter.
Then Andrew knew: it was not Amoroth. Just his shell. And something far more horrid than a crazed doctor. Andrew stood and staggered back, trying to put some distance between him and the thing heading his di
