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| "The place looked as though a bomb had hit it. Worse than that, the body of young Tim Jones lay spreadeagled on its back over a heap of fallen timber. Feeding on it - actually feeding on it - was a long snake. No, not a snake, he realized, but something more like a worm with a pale segmented skin the colour of liver sausage and pinkish patches. .." |
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