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Halfway through the trip, they entered the heart of the swamp. Simon cut the boat’s engine, the sudden silence only disturbed by the distant rustle of reeds and the lapping of water against the hull. A sense of anticipation hung in the air as the tourists steadied their cameras, fingers ready on the triggers. Simon pointed to a patch of water that shimmered in the sunlight.
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