| Corsham Mole Men | ||||||
| Mole men scurry in the gloomy passageways hiding from the raptor men minding their stores of mole food and precious water and digging quietly more to expand their warrens, laying traps for the goons that they know will eventually appear. Mole men and mole women, mole babies clothed for scant warmth. Mole stench permeating the black white tunnels. |
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