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Undead
“
There was a faint scratching. Eyes searched for the source behind dusty glasses. Nothing–
just darkness. He glanced at the body, and froze. It was still staring at him… but he’d moved. He took a step. Scratching. It was hair grating on the wood–a lifeless head turning on a lifeless neck.
”
― In River Cardinal
― In River Cardinal
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