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A family of vultures assembled in the sky. Their sinister gazes transfixed upon Morgan’s unsteady gait as he trudged over desert dunes. Excited screeches announced his exhausted collapse. Unmindful of his pitiful screams, deadly beaks repeatedly tore his flesh.
In a few moments, his skeleton lay bare. The desert had claimed yet one more victim.
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