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Shout at the Devil
Shout at the Devil Bubbling emerald-green liquid glowed like a backlit cauldron. Something dark stirred below. A pale, slender hand and forearm broke the surface and grasped the air, animated after an eternity of submersion. The hand slowly closed into a fist. Failing to capture its target, the arm lurched for Mark’s ankle, seizing him with