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Jules Thorn ran, ducking under low swooping bats with razor like teeth, and bodys like reverse pin-cushions, the pressure in this room was intence, like being smashed down by a room sized hand. Like a breeze this name entered Jule's head, the name [[Mack Murkin]], along with the smell of sagebrush and infected wounds. | Jules Thorn ran, ducking under low swooping bats with razor like teeth, and bodys like reverse pin-cushions, the pressure in this room was intence, like being smashed down by a room sized hand. Like a breeze this name entered Jule's head, the name [[Mack Murkin]], along with the smell of sagebrush and infected wounds. | ||
We are reminded of the short life of [[Megellan Siggs]] | |||
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Jules Thorn ran, ducking under low swooping bats with razor like teeth, and bodys like reverse pin-cushions, the pressure in this room was intence, like being smashed down by a room sized hand. Like a breeze this name entered Jule's head, the name Mack Murkin, along with the smell of sagebrush and infected wounds.
We are reminded of the short life of Megellan Siggs