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... truding from its bloated mass.
It was pulsating, squirming and moving.
Oozing blood corrupted by decay, it was dark and gooey, moving along the ground, crawling up the walls and covering the ceiling.
The undeads were being filled with death force, their hollow sockets burning with ghostly flames.
The mass of putrefaction emitted a visible smog, a miasma of death that searched for nothing more than filled every crevasses available, it yearned for life, to destroy a ...
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