Storm Rolling?
It started as a rumble, low and distant, like a storm rolling in. Then it grew louder, sharper, vibrating in their chests. A roar, deep and commanding, echoed from outside. Ben stiffened, nerves on edge. The hatchlings fell silent for a moment, as though they recognized it. Clinton lowered his camera, eyes locked on the door. The answer was arriving. And it wasn’t quiet.
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