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The creature emits a shrill noise as its shell implodes with tremendous force, drawing a swirl of dust and air into its rotten core. At once the tendril falls limp and all feeling returns to your body. Dazed and shaken by the ordeal you stagger away from the hole as the foul stench of the creature's ichor taints the air.

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Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Gary Chalk.