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... recrackers. The moonlight spilling across the ground no longer held any purity. Wherever it illuminated lay horrifying fragments of flesh and pools of blood.
Like a tidal surge, hordes of the walking dead lunged at the New Alliance soldiers defending the manor.
In the flurry of tracers, those zombie-like creatures fell like wheat under a harvester, only to be replaced in waves like surf crashing against the shore, quickly filling the gaps left behind.
The firepower of bar ...
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