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Liam grabbed a nearby stick and gave the shape a nudge. It didn’t roll. Didn’t shift. It was heavier than it looked. He prodded again. The surface gave a little but didn’t break. It wasn’t wood. Wasn’t soft. It was like poking into clay. He dropped the stick and looked closer. A shiver ran through him. This wasn’t something anyone had put here.
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