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"Simple," the yohma hissed to itself. "Just so damn simple, and we never bothered to think of it before." Ananta was one of the old brood, corruptions in the dark, simple and slow and labyrinthine, and it had taken a long age roiling and twisting, even in the sharp mind of the human host it had claimed, to come up with the thought.
The wands, those stupid little wands... It had taken so long to befriend the girls, and that had its own, strange pleasure to it, and Ananta kept all the secrets to itself. Just a touch, enough to worm a little part of itself into each. All at the very center of things - silent, unknown, until it had become too late.
Trapped by their own transformations, even Ananta's weak claimed body could keep them contained. Two down, seven to go... and, why, there were two perfectly fine new bodies here to spread into, with all the time in the world to break their will and resistance...
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