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EBB
Something had gone out of him when the grey man fell down, smelling of
blood and that strange, noisy fire. It had flowed from his mind, his
consciousness, and it left him bewildered and blinking, less than he'd
been, but at the same time, more. The acrid scent of smoke that filled
the cavern agitated him now. He had forgotten, long ago, that there
was fear associated with that scent.
The grey man had forgotten it, too.
When the tide began to rise, he darted in and snatched up the apple
where it had been dropped, before the water could carry it away. Tiny,
sharp teeth pierced the green peel, and he nibbled ravenously at the
fruit, bright eyes snapping up to watch with base curiosity as the
grey man's body drifted away.