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... only by the squelch of their footsteps and the occasional distant rustle.
Until the raid entered the town. Shadows stretched across streets, cast by structures half-consumed by crimson growth. The spongy ground continued to squelch beneath their feet. Each step made wet sounds, as if walking across exposed tissue and blood.
Vines covered everything. They wrapped around lampposts, traffic signs, and abandoned vehicles. Windows were shattered, and doors hung open, revealing interi ...
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