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... hroat pouches, but bodies began to betray their owners anyway.
Men and women hammered their own forearms with clenched fists as if pain might wake the muscles back up.
Fingers that had gripped stone since yesterday would not close all the way.
Shoulders refused to lift. It was not a weakness of will.
It was the old, ugly limit of mortal flesh.
By the third kilometer of Corpse Mountain, the mountain started sending its own answer back.
Undead goats ...
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