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... , as if an invisible fire was burning it.
It’s a good thing you don’t have a head. I can only imagine what those screams would feel like.
The Headless couldn’t hear him. Either that, or it was too busy thrashing around to pay attention. As its tentacles died, they spat a dark, foul-smelling ichor. It was the venom they held.
The Headless thought it was intelligent, but its intelligence was merely higher than that of grade-3 (twice-evolved) zombies.
The only reason ...
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