Verse XXII: Ancient Embalming Fluid

A rare moment of clarity comes over Frederic before he vanishes. Terrible and underwhelming clarity. “Now I know where all that missing time goes,” he states, waking up from a lifelong trance.

“Oh, shit,” says Solinis.

Gemini gives a sniff with his little snout. “Is that … Purex?”

It is annoying to know that Purex is laundry detergent. “And blood,” the demon warbles. “I can actually smell blood.”

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