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The Bark Below

A little dog—Sprinkles, belonging to Mrs. Thorn—slipped past the police tape. It scurried too close to the edge, barked at something unseen, then yelped and vanished. People screamed. Mrs. Thorn fainted. From the hole came a few sharp barks… then silence. The sound echoed for a while after that. Carla stared into the dark, her hands clenched. “This is no ordinary sinkhole,” she muttered.
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