The distance between them and their quarry had shrunk from miles to yards in a heartbeat. From the tree line, a shape detached itself—a towering mass of elongated limbs and pale, translucent skin. It moved with a sickening fluidity, blurring the line between man and beast.
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"Is that... them?" Carl whispered, fumbling for a vial of holy water. The distance between them and their quarry had