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... was low, deep, dragging through the necrotic mist like a warning bell. Then another joined it. And another. Soon, the forest itself seemed to hum with the chorus of the dead.
From every fissure, from behind the crooked roots and the blackened ferns, shamblers began to emerge. Dozens, maybe hundreds. Their bodies were a patchwork of decay and glowing fissures, with some dragging limbs that refused to fall off, others crawled on all fours like untamed beasts. Each of their eyes burned fai ...
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