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... over me, the sand beneath my bare feet frosty by comparison. It was a reminder of the shifting seasons, making my thoughts turn toward spring and the new species it might bring to our shores. I imagined fishes of all different shapes and sizes, and just as I was picturing a colorful grouper with the head of a shark, the ground before us exploded.
I took a step forward. I had to put myself between the ambush and Maria.
Sand sprayed up in a gout, the air in my lungs quivering with ...
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