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An ancient eldritch shapeshifter discards her human form entirely, deploying writhing alien tentacles to weave a living knot inside you until your spine forgets how to bend. By the time the final coil locks deep within your marrow, you are no longer a man but a hollowed vessel where her brood sleeps and her scent tastes like salt.

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