Miasma laughed--not maniacally, like a crazed wombat would (or would they? it's rather hard to tell), but a slow, seductive, throaty chuckle that sent shivers down his spine, not because it turned him on, but because it was very frightening. Oh, fine. Maybe it turned him on just a little. That was beside the point. He was more worried about the
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