19.10.2026, 14:46
They didn’t fly the way ordinary small bats fly, darting around in a panic with chaotic, ragged fluttering. They glided. They were large hammer-headed fruit bats. The wingspan of their dark, velvety-leathery wings exceeded a meter. Hideous, absurdly elongated muzzles with corpse-gray, flared nostrils flashed for a fraction of a second in the beam of light. Their eyes reflected the diode lamps as two pairs of bright, ruby, almost sentient points
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