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... bushes. The word it had spoken—"Come."—echoed in his head, chilling him to his core. It was wrong somehow, like the voice of something that shouldn't be speaking at all.
The creature moved with a disturbing grace, its slimy tentacles shifting soundlessly over the ground. Every nerve in Bian's body screamed at him to run, but he knew better. If he ran, he would die.
Swallowing thickly, he stepped past the thick huckleberry bushes.
Then, he saw it.
At first, it loo ...
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