The tiles were everywhere, so many sizes and patterns; there to be used, people thought. Then the walls started shattering--the tiles were growing. Then things started vanishing, children, too; with not so much as a bone remaining. Then, the tiles sprouted knobs. The next day, the spores matured.
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