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... as they shot forward — in fact, I almost thought so too. But the tentacles changed direction mid-strike, as if they’d recognized something dreadful in the path they were heading. Something that made a cornered human with daggers look like the safer target.
’Well. That’s not terrifying at all.’
Each tentacle curled with unsettling independence, moving like they had minds of their own. I was watchful, tense, ready — but it still wasn’t enough to prepare me for the devastation that ...
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