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... ggled with the idea for a long time before touching it reluctantly), and became Morat’s reticent mobility aid, pushing The Black Prophet forward as instructed.
The black-veined vines seemed to be able to sense his presence. Hissing and squirming, they “politely” made room on the back of the wheelchair, just enough to accommodate a pair of hands.
This only made Thales feel weirder and more hesitant.
“Don’t worry, they don’t bite people.”
As if he could see ...
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