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... dipped lower. The further they descended, the more corpses they found. Broken bodies, mauled limbs scattered, faces shredded beyond recognition. Each corpse was fresh, blood still steaming faintly in the cool subterranean air. The walls, slick with moisture, carried the faint echo of skittering.
Behind them, another scream cut short with a wet snap. Spartacus slowed, shield angled toward the sound. Nathan merely listened, head tilted. “They die quickly,” he murmured. “Whatever stalks the ...
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