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What Are You?
A patch near the top caught his eye — a strange bump, half-covered in grit. He gently dug it out and paused. It was round, soft-looking, and set into the shape like an eye. His breath caught. He leaned in. Was it an eye? He couldn’t tell. It was closed. If it even was an eye. “What are you?” he whispered aloud.
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