_The man holding the spear by the door. He's breathing better, I think. What do you think it is? Hewas struggling to keep his voice firmly in the deeper registers. They are like realpeople in that way--they have parents and homes and ancestors.
I cannot speak of it, even now. I wish I had coffee to offer you. The creature had begun climbing straight up the middle of the stairwell, bracing itselfwith long, jointed legs against both stairs and walls. His wife stepped forward to hold it open.
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