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The sprite stopped for a moment, hovered out of reach.
“You’re angry. I understand that. But we are Dank’s friends. Hurting us will hurt him. I know you don’t want that.”
The sprite was too small and its light too bright to make out its features. But something changed. And Tom got the feeling he had said just the wrong thing.
It darted towards him, he lunged for it, missed, it passed him, raced for Dank’s prone form and dove into his forehead.
The man screamed.
The sprite burrowed beneath his skin, climbing in against Dank’s will, forcing its way into his body. The tattoos in his skin writhed, lashing across his features, and Dank clawed at his own face, trying to stop the sprite or stop the pain.
