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““A sound from above, then legs, fangs, and poison. I do not know the number—less than my nightmares bear, but still too many. Only quick fires from our Circle apprentice allowed us to retreat. But not all. Several of our numbers were paralyzed in the instant, as must have been the case for many before. When I close my eyes, I see them—new recruits to that silent army, frozen in “praise” of a moving ceiling, waiting to be hollowed.”

— Excepted from We Need Not Demons: Our Dangerous World, A Collection of Natural Horrors and Wonders, edited by Philliam, a bard






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