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... > Isabella appeared outside the cave, it wasn’t dark—because on this cursed mountain, there was no day or night. Just a constant silver-gray hue that clung to everything like old smoke. The air shimmered faintly, windless yet alive. Then, slowly, the creatures turned toward her.
They turned like puppets on a single string.
Long limbs unfolded, joints clicking in a sound like dry branches snapping. The taller one with her rag tilted its eyeless face and hummed—the same low, teeth- ...
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