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... where sight should have been.
Dried blood stuck under the flared nostrils.
A mouth, curved open in horror.
Scratches covering the cheeks and the chin.
And a neck torn apart like paper. Small threads of dried flesh still dangling on its edges.
The head bore an uncanny resemblance to the ghost he had just seen.
"Hehe… hehehe…" the village head's laugh resounded in Claude's ears.
"God fucking damn it. I didn't fucking sign up for this."
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