Sister Mary’s eyes widened. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced towards the door. ‘Larvae?’

          I nodded. ‘Over in the far corner.’

          Sister Mary drew a beetleprod from her belt, the coarse fabric of her skirt rasping against it. Her eyes narrowed. She flicked the prod on. Its end sparked.

          ‘Move out of my way, Eleven. And you, Eight, get the things back into that basket. I’ll deal with you two later.’

          The nun disappeared towards the doo...

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