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... tree.
The coarse ropes biting into their wrists, the damp bark pressed cold against their backs, distant shuffle of undead feet echoeing through the gloom and breaths syncing in frustration. The stench of decay and damp earth hung in the air, thick enough to choke on.
The forest was dead quiet except for the guttural growls of the undead pacing around them. (The Zombies)
Faint light from the dying sun filtered through the leaves, staining the scene in hues of deep amber a ...
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