The amalgamated thing moved as one. A hundred people half-melded into the limbs of a broken god screamed as individuals.
“Please, my family,” the farmer begged.
The wizard’s shoulders sagged. “I cannot unmeld them, only end their torment.”
He summoned fire.
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