Reading progress update: I've read 150 out of 309 pages.
"Rotten hands slid up her legs...fingers grabbed like spiders and pulled, tugged, until she fell into the nest of skeletal bodies. She kicked and screamed. Bony hands crawled into her mouth. Brittle fingers pressed against her eyelids, forced them open. In the midst of that squirming pile of dead she saw the woman's face, the same charcoal flesh and muscle stretched over blackened bone, eyes melted from their sockets, her long hair black like burnt glass and stinking of lye. "
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