"l-l-listen, you don't have to do this ...""Do what, exactly" calmed the gray shape ... still advancing ...
"Wh-whatever it is you're doing"
-backing away, Never's heel found a small stone, sending him three
quarters of his height downwards.
He fell backwards and scrambled without pause back to his full
height.
Too late.
The shape, the gray imposer, was upon him ...
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