Tyle Sands -- page 8845
feel hot breath on your neck
you step into the darkness and try and make out shapes in the gloom.
silence fills the air but is swiftly broken by the sound of heavy
breathing; the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as they
fell hot, clammy breath pounding onto your
spine.
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