Lost World of the Wends (44)

Boris swaggered into the church and crawled up the wall at the back of the hall. Now let’s see what these suckers are up to. He nursed his stump. The new hand was already pushing its way into existence—like a shark’s tooth; it merely replaced the one bitten off.

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Lost World of the Wends (42)

‘Wouldn’t be the first time.’ Nathan chuckled and then turned. His grin vanished and with eyes widened like saucers. He stared beyond Walter, into the night.
‘What’s up?’ Walter followed his gaze.
A man, about Walter’s height and build emerged through the precinct gates. He drifted towards them.
‘Boris!’ the boy whispered.
The dog cowered beside Friedrich and whimpered.

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