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Finding a pipe

Then they saw it—an old pipe running along the wall, rusted and split open in places. Thick black liquid oozed out of the cracks, staining the soil like spilled ink. “A pipe?” Charles said, stunned. “Why would there be a pipe under my field?” He stepped closer to get a better look. Tom didn’t speak. He just stared at it, pale-faced and silent. Whatever this system was, it didn’t belong here—and it definitely wasn’t safe.
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