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... layered with black bedrock formed from countless scorched and collapsed corpses.
"When will days like this ever end...?"
Gorrat dragged a heavy, square stone block. The friction of the vine binding it caused his wounds to split open again, leaking dark ichor.
He endured the stinging pain and itching from the wounds. Several of his tentacles tightened around the vine and dragged the block forward—each step a tormenting struggle.
And he had to stay alert at all tim ...
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