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A Closer Look
At first, Liam thought it might be a washed-up log. But the shape was too round for that. No bark, no branches, just one long, thick mound, like a giant slug had fallen asleep by the river. He tilted his head. It gave him a weird feeling, like déjà vu and dread rolled into one. Against his better judgment, he decided to go investigate.
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