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Something unnatural

He passed the usual schools of fish, watching from shadows, plus a lone barracuda gliding in the distance. But as he turned toward a rocky outcrop that seemed oddly uniform, his attention locked onto something unnatural, something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Just beyond the slope, a hard-edged shadow cut against the sandy bottom—too symmetrical to be natural, too buried to be a modern ship wreckage.
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