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... sheep’s torso, was dirty and frightening, like dirt spitting out.
Until then, the unrecognized return that appeared beyond the door was not a threat at all against the winter.
But that was only a moment.
The mucous mass continuously sprang up through the door of the open vortex. It was a sick and disgusting sight, as if the door had been wicked.
Mushroom masses like mushrooms clumped together, but in a blink of an eye they were blown away by the house. ...
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