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... s chest.
Zara’s knife was in her hand. "Winter!"
The creature—if it could even be called that—was a mess of twisted limbs, its skin stretched taut over sinewy muscles. Its head, if it had one, was obscured by a mass of writhing tendrils, moving like feelers as if searching for something.
Winter barely managed to get his rifle between them, using it to hold the creature back as its clawed fingers raked at his vest, inches from his throat.
"Get the fuck off me!" he ...
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