As you lay your head down on the ground, a hand launches from the ground, its flesh rotting away from the bone and its stench pungent. Its fingers curl around your wrist and grip it tightly, yanking your entire body into the depths of the soil below. There the hand will hold you in place so that the lich to whom it belongs can feast upon your flesh until the bones are picked clean, rendering them ripe for the lich to turn into yet another unwilling servant for its growing army comprised of undead soldiers.
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