The Man With the Magic Eye

An average-sized beagle with short hair and floppy black ears gives me a puzzled look. His left eye has two pupils, whereas right should be as an empty socket. A second broken one spasms and twitches, tracing small, sad shapes in the dust. Every inhalation through Moncha's nose is followed by a foul wet out breath from a second out of his chest. This lowered mouth is lined with rows of needle-like teeth. My eyes bulge as Moncha shuffles closer. For the first time in my career, I've ever not added more escape tricks to my act.

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