Chapter 47When the Miraclemaker had finished gouging the woman's corpse with the kitchen knife, joyfully mutilating her lifeless husk with her own weapon, he noticed that the rot had spread dramatically.
When last he'd examined himself, the deterioration had been confined to the underside of his right arm. Now, to his horror, he found that both arms were infested.
Puffing from the strenuous battle with the woman and the merry frenzy of her murder, he stared disbelievingly at the corrupted limbs. In all the excitement, he'd briefly forgotten about his condition; now, seeing how drastically it had worsened, he felt as shocked and sickened as when he'd first spotted the original decay.
The flesh of both arms had erupted, all the way around, all the way from his wrists to his sleeves. Hi
