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A sharp cling
By early afternoon, Dylan had cleared most of the trench line and had started digging in a spot closer to the old wooden fence. Here, the soil felt different, almost softer in some places and strangely hard in others. His shovel struck something solid, and the sharp clink stopped him in his tracks. He paused, leaning over the hole to inspect what he might have hit.
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