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 You enter the hatching sands. The silence around you is so still and soft you know that there is no clutch on the sands. Sure enough, there is not even a single egg shell around to tell that you are standing by sands hot enough to burn you through the soles of your shoes if you stand there long enough. You decide not to take the chance. You turn to leave and see a sign nailed on to the wall.
No Current Clutches. If you wish to become a candidated try back later.
 
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