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Hello. To whoever is reading this, you are either adrift or searching for me. In either case leave now! The cosmos is a treacherous place! My ship will soon have no life left. Something is here with me. I heard it approach. It made noises like the grinding of metal. The sound of death rang out down the corridor, horrifying death. I ran like a coward. I sit here still, hiding. I hear it. The grinding of metal mixed with the crushing of bones and the tearing of flesh. While I hope and pray for a better fate.
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