The skeleton leaned in the corner, dry as dust, and cob-webbed. Its empty eye sockets gazed in my direction, but I’d seen skeletons before.
The creature in the murky tank sloshed about, pressing its face against the glass sides and snapping its teeth; it was past its feeding time and Kurualt tossed the hambone into the water, but i had seen the display of roiling water and flashes of webbed hands and feet more than once.
“So where is it? I asked. “This monster you keep talking about?”
“Right here,” said Kurault, turning on a light and unveiling a mirror.
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