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... es were rising in patterns that had nothing to do with swamp gas.
Ren sat frozen, her hands gripping the edges of the rotting boat until her knuckles turned white. She was on the verge of a cardiac event. Her eyes darted frantically across the murky surface ahead, waiting for the jumpscare. She imagined a giant tentacle, a row of razor-sharp teeth, or maybe just a massive mouth swallowing them whole Pinocchio-style.
A large part of her—the part that wanted to live to see thirty-t ...
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