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Confection Shell

The Confection Idol sugars its victims where they stand, glazing them to ornaments for its endless feast. This shell was peeled from one who nearly fled — sweet, translucent, hard as candied bone. Blows glance off like a child's teeth on a stubborn sweet. It smells, faintly, of someone's last birthday.