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Giles watched helplessly as the cultist brought the knife down into the young man’s chest. Giles flinched only slightly as the cultists removed still beating heart from the boy as he lay on the altar, his pain and fear now frozen on his face.
The lead cultist turned to Giles, with the glamour gone, his gills now swelled in the damp air. “Mr. Giles, I do believe you’ve found the answer to your questions.”
“Of course, sea side location, I should have expected this.” Giles spat. “Killing outsiders and those you trap in service of Cthulhu. Hardly original.”
“It’s a living. You should see the dental plan.”