Hatchlings
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The ground churned as the last hatchlings scurried past his boots, joining the waiting giants. Clinton lowered his camera, breath caught in his throat.
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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