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ned for my grandfather's funeral,
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land, and people tu
that was when the "
ever tasted." Whenever he brought it up, his eyes
thered by the years. He was too old, and th
imself. "They talk just like you. They can laugh, and
the food was gone. People started to change-not just in their minds, but som
ad. A Reptilian. It looked like Old Mrs. Henderson, but it wasn't her. We were sta
It drew us all in. Every single person in the camp gathered around that pot. The dogs outside were going crazy, desperately t
h, that taste... it was simply out of this world. It gave you a satisfaction
d mixed with a twisted fascination. This
Maybe it was a hallucination from starving. When people
es locking onto mine. "Do you thi
impossible. Creatures that can replace humans? And look exac
He walked over to an old wooden chest in the corner, its surface
ked like an ancient drawing, incredibly detailed
heavy with a terrifying certainty. "But you don't. You on
. Your instinct knows. It can always sense when something is
e parchment
almost imperceptible line running right down the cente
rushed over
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erious. He saw my reaction and
ability too. We all saw it, and we all felt
e described 1973, an experience that had ca
d by heavy snow. Supplies ran out, and hunger tortured everyone. It wasn't jus
. Their skin turned pale, almost translucent. Every day, s
s gaunt, his eyes hollow. He said we had to make a choice. A terrible
ill ran dow
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