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Cold Snap
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Powder white clear crystal rests on ramshackle roofs. The frosty venus flytrap like elemental waits. Eased back winter jaws gape open looking to gobble up less vigilant villagers. The doors creaks open and the cold snaps shut.
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The Ha'book Bones snap. Marrow sucked. Eyes, slurped down. Veins, rip cord yanked out. Skin stretched. Hair braided.... -
Old Elm Elk Long horns all twisted and tangled. Knobbly, gangling graspers that grab and grip. A crown of thorns crowded on a seething skull...
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