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Nothing like this

Marco crouched beside the closest ball but didn’t touch it. He studied it closely, squinting. Then he leaned back and exhaled through his nose. “I’ve worked on a lot of old houses,” he said. “Seen nests, rot, mold, you name it. But I’ve never seen anything that looks like this.” He pulled a flashlight from his belt and shone it directly into the cluster of curls.
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