16. Broods
In the ruins of homes and bakeries, strange broods fester. Insects shaped like thorns click and chirp, building nests from bones and books. In one basement, explorers found dragonlings malformed, half-floral, half-reptilian. They hissed, but didn’t attack. Instead, they watched with milky eyes, swaying gently in unison as if rocked by invisible hands. Some say the town itself breeds these things, using old memories as wombs.
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