Let it Rip

The power-hungry giant clenched his fists high up as he continued to laugh like the mad hyena he was.

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Thick Thighs & High Tides | P4: The Mist That Doesn't Exist

And somewhere over the hills, there was a strange, low hum, like the gut of a hungry giant, that shook us so hard it felt as though our skeletons were deforming. and it was only growing louder. more threatening.

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