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Carefully picking his way through winding corridors, Crunchy struggled to try and stay as inconspicuous as possible while still keeping track of the now quickly fading spirit trails. If he didn't find his companion (Hembar) quickly, he'd be completely lost again. He hesitantly raised a claw to his snout. His head hurt.
Suddenly, from an unkowable distance across the factory, he felt something. His senses seemed clearer, and a concience glowed dimly in the distance. The trails abruptly flared up again. Strange or not, the mudokon was better than being alone in a slaughterhouse. He quickened his pace.
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