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... gestive fluids. He was not alone. A couple of sharks, the very ones the whale had just eaten, were still alive in its grotesque belly. About 40 of them lunged forward at Samuel, their eyes gleaming in the dark and internal light.
Up, down, right, left...Samuel became a whirlwind of motion, a blur of dark green energy and muscle. He slashed and cut through them, his blade a deadly extension of his will. The whale’s stomach acid began to rise, a corrosive tide that stung his exposed skin. ...
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