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... sat up with a jerky, unnatural movement. It was a young woman—maybe sixteen or seventeen, with long brown hair now covered with blood. Her eyes opened, revealing the same milky white orbs he had seen in Henrik’s face.
But unlike Henrik’s mechanical movements, this one was different. Hungrier.
The newly risen corpse turned its head toward the man with a series of wet, cracking sounds as bones and tendons adjusted to movement they were never meant to make again.
"Excellent, ...
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