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Reaching In

Amber knelt by the hole and slowly extended her arm inside. The air was cool and smelled faintly of damp earth. Her fingers brushed against something cold—smooth and hard. “There’s something down there,” she whispered. Steven crouched beside her, watching closely. “What is it?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. But it’s metal. And heavy.”
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