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... re strapped to thick tangles of fibers; I had been like them, once. I had been helpless. I had been alone. I had been dying.
The thought was enough to stoke my rage further.
As I reached the center, the network of threads widened, allowing me to slither normally - albeit somewhat precariously - rather than coiling my length along a single bundle of fibers. That was both good and extremely bad. I was faster due to the increase in space, but the same went for the Aridae. Even worse ...
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