Wanderers Of the Night
He saw how the faces of people were bending over him, their lips were moving, they were saying something. He also heard sounds, only his memory strangely refused to give an understanding of what they meant. Instead, only a rustling whisper sounded distinctly in the ears, mixed with wheezing, escaping from a sip that was unable to produce anything else, formed into words: Go, go forward, to food, to live meat, to prey, forward ...
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