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... d jointless, the colour of dead roots soaked in ink. The skin—or what passed for it—shimmered like wet bark, and thin strands of green light ran beneath the surface. It reached forward, fingers ending in soft, rounded tips that unfurled slowly.
Not claws.
Feelers.
Leon stepped back instinctively, sword up. Mira grabbed a handful of salt ward from her belt pouch and flung it in a wide arc. The powder sizzled in the air as it struck the limb, and for a moment, the cocoon re ...
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