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The Stalk

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From weary eyes gazing down from the sky to small, fragile creatures looking up, a path down, all may move. Monsters came, taking man's fair share of riches and gold, came taste of human bone breaking and cracking, biting and slicing with teeth of steel and mind of stone. The monsters used all control, blood rained upon the green meadows, sipping and licking every drop. No fear, no hate, just the hunger for Man's blood and meat. When coming, don't take too long because the monsters rule...

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JOSH-OWEN WHITEHEAD(12)

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