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... orests, drifting like fog toward the outskirts of critical cities. Then they rose from mass graves, crawling free of the very soil where the dead had been burned and buried.
Their armor was rusted. Their bodies pale. Their eyes cold.
But they did not attack.
They walked the perimeters. Stood at the edges of cities like silent guardians. Patrolled roads leading into border zones. Created rings around agricultural sectors and hydroelectric plants.
Wherever the beast ...
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