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... corpse with effortless grace, the thirty-five-foot body dangling from one hand like a child’s forgotten toy. The sheer size of it should have looked comical—scales still glistening with residual venom, coils dragging faint furrows in the grass—but on him it seemed almost natural, as though gravity itself had agreed to lighten the load.
With a gentle, almost casual swing of his arm, he fed the carcass into the waiting black hole. The void swallowed it without protest, edges rippling like ...
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