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The Primordial System - Chapter 17: Scarecrow
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... t the kind that marched or skulked. These sounded like they didn't care what they were walking into.
I turned.
The figure stepped through without hesitation, ducking slightly under the frame, more out of habit than necessity. No shirt. Just a wide-brimmed, battered hat casting shadows over a face that wasn't a face at all.
Ragged burlap. Threaded seams. Hollow, glowing pits where eyes should be. A mouth stitched in a grin that looked far too eager to be human.
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