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One More Push
He grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and poured it slowly across the surface. The mud loosened, sliding off the creature’s side in thick ribbons. What was left behind looked even more bizarre — shimmering, patterned skin that caught the light just a little too well. He crouched there, mouth dry, heart racing. This wasn’t some lost pet or old junk.
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