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For a split second you hear something:

around the small bend
putrid smell is in the air
animals all dead

hold your stomach tight
hurry, there is not much time
attack is defense

As the poem fades, you notice the door has some markings on it. Should you look closer?

You hear another BANG. A shape silhouettes the doorframe.

IT ROARS

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