I dreamed of a beast in human form, that hunted men for pleasure. When they brought it down – at last, after many deaths – they cut it open. Only to find a wormlike thing coiled in a bed of slime at the center of it, where the heart should be, and a webwork of puppeteer’s strings leading outward through the flesh. I screamed.
-C.S. Friedman
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