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Mauve Noon Pouncer
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The door is slammed shut on Nan's face just as she realizes her situation. She wheels around, axe readied, but whoever -- or whatever -- stands behind her grabs the handle firmly.
It stands before her, so close she can feel its ragged, uneven breath. But in the dense smoke, it's hard to make out the figure exactly.
It says nothing. It merely raises a clawed hand.
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