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4348: Root

It was dry air down in the corridors of the lab, it tasted old and recused. Many dinosaurs before them must have breathed this air. The Dacent moved carefully as the spiked tail swung behind him. He didn’t really think too hard about how unhealthy this air must be at this moment. Having passed through so many lungs. It would only cause him a panic if he thought too closely on it.  Behind him were two female Carnos....