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... ned his grip on the staff, watching as the scattered remains of the Face of Self-Destruction began to slither across the cracked ground — the blackened debris squirming like maggots.
It piled together, twisting and compressing, sinew and rotted tissue weaving itself into a shifting mass.
Bones splintered and reformed.
Flesh bubbled and curdled, constantly collapsing and rebuilding.
The smell hit them like a sledgehammer.
Thick. Vile. Suffocating.
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