[ their rotting hands emerge from the gloom, one after the other, as if the mass of them were breaking through a veil from beyond death, their mouths hissing hungrily. the dead loved to keep secrets-- it was clear now if they weren't offered, they would be taken. ]
Those claws should come in handy, though. Let's get the hell out of here, shall we?
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[ their rotting hands emerge from the gloom, one after the other, as if the mass of them were breaking through a veil from beyond death, their mouths hissing hungrily. the dead loved to keep secrets-- it was clear now if they weren't offered, they would be taken. ]
Those claws should come in handy, though. Let's get the hell out of here, shall we?