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... from the foul smell of death and decay and the occasional suspiciously neon-green puddle, the tunnel through the bedrock was perfectly smooth.
Henry and Victor were perfectly fine in the pitch blackness to the planet’s center. But Genus took every step with a nervous caution befitting a blind lady attempting to cross a busy road. He kept his wings tight to his body as he carefully put one paw in front of the other; the constant scraping of his claws against the smooth rock grated on Vict ...
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