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He ran to the next house, but that door was locked, too. The boy collapsed in exhaustion as the clawed hand dragged him back to the others.There was no face or gender to the hand. It was cold, and the boy could see bloody splits in the yellow, wrinkled skin, almost as if it were dry rotted.
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