Then again I was screaming. Fear was pouring up through my throat, up through my mouth and eyes, pouring out of me; it was a white-light fire, streaming across the dark corridor, out of me and into the eye-holes of the ghoul, rending it, destroying it.
I lurched forward and gasped for breath. Sailor sat with me, close to me; she looked into my eyes. We sat on the dry grass in the warm hollow we had entered to take shelter from the rain.
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