[For what it's worth, Moloch isn't taking them anywhere new in a hurry. It lumbers over to the other end of the great hall, where the torches end and an enormous amphitheatre-like wall begins, and lunges at a fresh set of coffins, its undersized wings flapping to maintain its balance.
Scores and scores of intact coffins stand upright on each weathered ridge, staring impassively down.]
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Scores and scores of intact coffins stand upright on each weathered ridge, staring impassively down.]