There they stood, illuminated by the pale moonlight. Faces cold and impassive, their soft childish features set in an inscrutable expression. 

He remembered each face, sinking beneath the cold water as his strong hands had squeezed their life-breath out of them.

Here they all were, just looking at him. As the seconds ticked by he noticed how his own breathing became laboured, as if dozens of tiny hands clutched his throat.

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