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| 13 | 98 | I View more quotes about drew">drew back my hand in horror. |
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| 13 | 95 | "I am of the Afflicted". |
| 13 | 96 | Again the weird cackle came from the folds of the yellow shroud. |
| 13 | 97 | "Would you like the Holy Disease?" he asked, stretching out one hand in the darkness, as if trying to clutch my hand. |
| 13 | 98 | I drew back my hand in horror. |
| 13 | 99 | The thing stumbled forward, reaching for me, and fell to the ground with a tiny, moaning sound. |
| 13 | 100 | It sat on the ground, wrapped in its yellow cerements—a mound of decay and desolation under the three Gorean moons. |
| 13 | 101 | It rocked back and forth, uttering mad little noises, as if grieving or whimpering. |