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As the thick black demon creeps its way through my body, I feel weaker and weaker as each day passes.
I cringe in pain as the shadowy sludge oozes in and amongst my tissues , binding itself to muscle and bone.
Fascia and sinure are render useless, tendons and joints are now dry, brittle and dusty Horror accompanies the transition from soft juicy organs to dry brittle scabs and shells of what once was.
The its momentum quickens as I rapidly slow