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... the ground and assumed the form of a ball, delirium was slowly creeping up onto him.
Its vile tendrils of pure white probing and pinching at his mind, at his brain, his soul.
Pulling and stretching, pulling and stretching.
It wouldn’t stop, it won’t stop, it refuses to stop.
The pain was getting greater, yet lessening at the same time, colours and shapes were blending together, was it his vision deteriorating or was it the effects of the approaching miasma?
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