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26 Golem
The creature defied all explanation, instead of a solid body, the arms, legs, and hands were stitched to the torso. The eyes glowed with a sickly purple hue and it went with the malevolent wolf head attached to the twisted form. Warren expected the creature to be awkward in movement, but fate saw him wrong again. It started to jog at a brisk pace toward Warren and his two companions.
“Maybe we should get going?” Jack played with the dice bag around his neck and the rattle of hard plastic kept silence at bay. “I have a feeling this creature is a cut above the rest.”
Grace shook her head, “We are running out of time, and we made a promise to those people trapped in the school.” She pulled out a night scope and peered through it, “Oh goody, he brought frie
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