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... ounds exposing its heart and back trickled patters of red with each of its heavy steps.
The drops of blood froze into red crystals even before they touched the snow.
The Collector did not waste energy clicking its mandibles, tough it would have if it could. It maximized its senses, attempting to find any reasonable form of shelter in this environment.
Winds howled in every direction, pattering snow onto the Collector, as if trying to shovel up ice to bury it. Visibility did not ...
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