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... mbered the moment they poured from their hiding places like a ruptured vein spilling rot into the world, but knowing and witnessing were two different torments.
They came in waves—hissing, shrieking, their pale limbs a blur against the dying light. Everywhere I looked there were fangs and red-rimmed eyes and clawed hands reaching, reaching.
The ancients were faltering.
I felt it in the rhythm of the battle. Their movements, once fluid and devastating, had grown sluggish. ...
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