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Aran left a solid block of the road converted into salt and then, for good measure, the two cross streets. The slug could move around it, sure, but it would take the thing time.
By that point, hopefully she could figure out how it was trailing them. She closed her eyes again. Maybe-
“Wait. It’s an animal, right? I mean, we hope it’s not a person. So why don’t you steer and I see if I can figure it out?” He poked her in the arm and snorted. “Come on, you worked in team. A troupe. So why are you trying to do everything yourself?” Continue reading