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Helix collapsed, clutching her ears. “They’re not roaring. They’re… calculating.” Warhammer 40K - Mark Of The Xenos.pdf

The bio-ship convulsed. From every crack in its carapace, a new breed of spore erupted—not the familiar termagants or hormagaunts, but things with translucent skin and too many joints. They were silent. They did not charge. They simply observed . Below the text, he pressed his bleeding palm to the vellum

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