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... as still firmly nailed to his retina.
"It’s... it’s breathing." His voice was as light as the wind, "That’s not stone, it’s flesh. Gray-white, covered in mucus... with holes that constantly open and close, just like... like it’s gasping."
Louis said nothing, only holding his shoulder, feeling the body still trembling slightly.
Carl’s expression froze in the shadows, as he slowly raised another hand, gesturing some shape.
"Above the nest, something hung... like a h ...
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