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Down every hall is a gruesome tangle of impossible creatures, and every one of them is split open or strung with barbs or dragging their insides after them, flailing along on shattered limbs or shredded wings or blasted stumps.

I’ve got the pistol, half a can of spray and a handful of useless shotgun slugs.

I’m dead.

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