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Allie reached over the mess of conduits, but as her fingers brushed the rock, she let out a hiss and jerked her arm back. “What’s wrong?” Drifter called to her.
Allie flexed her fingers and winced. “Whatever it is, it’s really hot.”
“Then get it out!” Pender demanded.
Allie took the wrench in hand and stretched her arm back over the wall. She tried to wrap the jaws around the rock, but it proved to be too large. A quick adjustment and she made another try. The shallow teeth gingerly closed on the rock, and she eased her arm back over the wall.
The rock cast its soft glow on the satyr and Pender’s eyes widened. “Rot rock! I should have known!”
“Can you slip it through the grates?” Drifter asked her. Allie tapped the rock between one of the gaps, but the stone clinked agains
