Hatchlings
The ground churned as the last hatchlings scurried past his boots, joining the waiting giants. Clinton lowered his camera, breath caught in his throat.
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Together, the swarm of infants and parents turned as one, moving back toward the forest. The sight was mesmerizing, a living river flowing toward the swamp. Ben swallowed hard. He knew no one would believe it without proof.
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