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”You need help and guidance, and yet it is the Voice you ask for?” The voice asks from the darkness, a skittering ivory spider that crawls through the labyrinth to settle on the shrine. It’s mandible clatters together as if in confusion, a sharp pointed foot reaching out to poke at Nate’s cheek as if wondering if it were fast enough if it would draw blood. ”A pity.” It begins, heaving a sigh, its abdomen falling a bit with the motion.
All eight of its eyes focus on Nate now with a similar predatory stillness that he’s good at keeping. Click, click, click go the mandible and the other seven feet settled on the stone. ”Well, get on with it.”
All eight of its eyes focus on Nate now with a similar predatory stillness that he’s good at keeping. Click, click, click go the mandible and the other seven feet settled on the stone. ”Well, get on with it.”
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