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the lamp goes out, sure as a shattered bulb, his left eye gone, the pain a strange electricity in the fat of his brain, though worse is the crisp, alien feel of air inside an open socket and the syrupy crawl of vitreous humor down his face, some of it dribbling into the hole Reis knocked through his cheek, all of which tells Bagger that this is how he dies, the eggshell obliteration of every single piece of his body