Perpetuating

"Ma'da! Ma'da!" A cry, a little blue-skinned form passed through the crowd within the sprawled street of the grand Bazaar: creating ripples in the sea of faces and clothes, eliciting cries from adults and vendors alike, wavering the shimmering...

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I don't remember this part (3/3)

Deep inside me, now partially insulated and as much mine as our captor's, phosphor had cast whatever he had been trying to cast. tension went out of the form of the demon.

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