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... r to drink and feast on his shapeless, gigantic foe, he slowly came to grips with the realization that he was making no progress. Worse, it seemed he’d ensconced himself in the thick, clinging, burning, freezing stuff. As he swung and railed, jerking his arms, kicking his legs, breathing his magma and blue ice, he made a pocket for himself, but the black gelatinous stuff kept coming.
It was only when he found himself fully immersed, hundreds of tentacles clinging to his arms and legs, hi ...
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