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. He
whipped a flexible wire over the cleric's head, twisted the
wire around his neck, and pulled it tight in less than a
second, snapping the cleric's head back with great force.
The cleric's eyes bugged out; he fought to get his fingers
under the wire but found no space. His tongue came out
between his teeth, and his eyes stared, white, at the stars.
The man on the ground struggled to get free of the vines
and grass that tightened over his legs and chest and arms
and reached up for his face, and he screamed and screamed
and heard only the crickets and the night birds and the wind
in the trees above.
Then the cleric collapsed, falling backward into the
grasping grasses and vines, and the dark shape released the
garrote and looked at the fallen man with cold eyes. The
leather-armored man saw it and believed the cleric about
the evil then, he believed it all, and he screamed like a
madman right up to the end. And no one heard him.
It's all too good to be true, thought the goblin.
*****
"Where in the Abyss are they?" muttered the captain,
heedless of the sleeping men around him. He had to be the
captain, the goblin decided, though the man wore no armor
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