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... h... softer little throats...take it easy...no need to rush this..."
Roanoke’s voice was no louder than the rustle of dead leaves under his boots...it crept soundless,like the plague. It carried death and decay along with it.
He walked hunched, shoulders twitching, eyes rolling as if he were listening to whispers only he could hear. He looked darker than the night air hugging him...no moon...no light dared touch his frame.
His steps were noiseless, his shadow thinner than ...
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