AuthorM.S Lovegrove Maledicti Venator
905.M41 The dank jungle was close and humid, thick with hanging vines and the buzz of insects, everywhere small animals went about their daily lives. The air was still and hushed, pregnant with tension as the feeling of a million, million eyes watching from the dark. In a small clearing brittle branches shook in strange ways that had nothing to do with the slight breeze, and the thick leaf mould stirred with the creep of beetles.
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