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... f decay.
Every breath tasted like rust and rot.
Evelyn gripped her knife tighter, her pulse hammering in her ears.
They weren’t alone.
Somewhere in the shadows, it watched.
And it was waiting.
The Shape in the Dark
Lucas scanned the ruins with his rifle, his finger twitching on the trigger.
Nothing moved.
No sound.
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