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Giantology 101, Day 6, Part 1

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Terrence was being torn apart by giants.
One held his legs, the other his arms, and they were fighting over him. Both had tried to claim the terrified boy and now both felt entitled to his life. Terrence could feel his vertebrae popping out of place, cartilage snapping, muscle tearing. In a matter of moments they had ripped him in half.
He awoke with a start, blinking his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of the cave he had found during his second day on the run. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat. Judging by the amount of light filtering in through the cloak of ivy and hanging moss that covered the cave entrance, Terrence could tell that it was still dark. Listening first for any sign of movement, he peered out through the leafy curtain and looked for the position of the moon in the sky. It couldn't be later than three or four in the morning. He'd been asleep for two hours.

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