Gladstone up some resistance as I tried to remove him from the bathroom. He refused to relinquish a hold on the plasterwork and left a semi-circular mark on the paint like that of a glancing blow from a scimitar.
As I ascended, I saw a vivid image of my soft form flung onto the broken glass
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