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... d at the front line where the main passage widened into a chamber carved by claws rather than tools.
The ceiling stretched thirty feet overhead, draped with cobwebs that glowed faintly in the torchlight carried by some survivors.
The Razorwing Skitterers had made this place home, and their presence showed in every scratch mark, every dried husk of previous prey.
The Chittering Tunnels themselves were a claustrophobic nightmare, a network of damp, narrow passages carved de ...
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