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... d the stones underfoot.
Then he lunged, his body contorting as one arm stretched unnaturally forward.
From it erupted a torrent of blood, twisting and reshaping into dozens of grasping hands, each one clawing toward me as if eager to drag me down into the dirt.
I stood my ground, watching with a detached calm.
The sight was grotesque—visually creative, sure, but grotesque all the same.
Dozens of coiling arms made from living blood, writhing and clutching, ...
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