…He saw a letter … floating down from nowhere to nowhere.
In the letter, a mandrel smiled from the back of a dark-haired young man.
His fingers, human surprisingly, were buried with such force on the neck of the first phalanges man who had disappeared into the meat.
Looking more closely, the gunslinger saw the baboon carrying a whip in one of those predatory hands strangling.
The man’s face seemed to writhe in silent horror. “Also he is sick,” he thought. On it, in black,
had two words: THE PRISONER.
(It has invaded a demon. HEROIN That demon is called.)…