Ever since Meteo Spiderbeam had vomited it out of his perfectly manicured mouth, something had gone slimpfing in a spluddled pile through the disused corridors of Senburu-Trati'salan. It was small as yet, easily mistaken for a puddle of grime and unmentionable things best left avoided. That was the way it liked things, if it could be said to "like
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