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“This isn’t the work of wasps or hornets,” Mark murmured after a moment of close examination. He sniffed the fibers, rubbed them between his fingers, and shook his head slowly. There was something unnatural about it—something that didn’t belong in a suburban neighborhood. “This material—it’s not insect-made,” he added. “It’s organic, but it’s… different.” His voice had changed—lower, more serious. His words only deepened John’s unease, confirming what he already feared in his gut.
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