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Durach was waiting for me. Not LeStrang; nothing that looked like LeStrang. This was the real Durach, and he was not something you would want to see a second time, nor anything you would care to remember, if you could help it.
He wasn't human; he was a monster, a freak. Yet, he looked much like anyone else. It was the inside of him that was so different.