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The blasted ruins of a dying city. Corpses tanning on boiling hot concrete. Only one thing moving; a mucous-slick grotesquerie. Half man/half basilisk. The fruit of an eon’s ruination. From cracked, scaled lips, rasping into the crypt air “howegunpayfort?...howegunpayfort?...”
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