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The Mud Caves
He worked faster now, using both hands. Chunks of wet mud slid off in sheets, revealing more of the curled body. It seemed to pulse slightly beneath his fingertips. Not in fear, not in anger — just… alive. Present. He wasn’t imagining this. The creature was real. And if it had eyes, it had probably seen him from the moment he arrived.
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