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| "Looking over his shoulder, I could make out the smooth, curved edges of the creature's body pulsing behind him, completely inhuman, like some awful pale insect, huge, and mutated. 'Help me …. Pleeasse ….' The desperate, dying man croaked out the words, a dribble of blood escaping from his thin anguished lips, and I couldn't image his agony." |
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