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«First you smell it - a rotting smell, like fish carcasses and seaweed baking in the sun. Then, through the icy fog, illuminated by a weak blue pall of moonlight, you see ... something. It seems to be struggling forward on tiny appendages, its massive, slug-like body undulating hideously as it grinds the black stones beneath it. The thing has a head, or what passes for a head - a lolling, black-eyed plug that ends in a horrible tuberous mass that seems to writhe up and down of its own accord as though filled with blasphemous erectile tissue. Viscous fluid drips down from this protuberant obscenity onto eager, canine teeth. It roars as it sees you and charges with terrifying, astonishing speed, even as its horrific bellow echoes off the nearby cliffs.»

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