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A pointing finger

Steven approached, wiping his dusty hands on his jeans. “What’s up?” he asked casually—until he saw Amber’s pale face. She didn’t say anything. Just pointed downward, eyes wide. Steven leaned over the gaping hole, peered into the void, and his expression shifted. His jaw clenched, eyes widened. “What the hell?” he muttered aloud, still staring. Whatever this was, it wasn’t normal.
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