Darkness in the Sun
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Última publicación lun, oct 18, 2010
"Their roars of hunger were deafening with their numbers, seeming to hit us in waves of sound. The stench seemed to make the air solid, and tasted horrible in my mouth.
Rich’s excited shouting and cursing could vaguely be heard over the roar as they closed in. They met Guy, Steve, and Rich in a wall of hungry mouths and outstretched arms, hands bent with seeking, twitching fingers."
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