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Karina would open with…
It moved again. Not pig. Not bird. Not storm ghost. Breathing—slow, broken. Skin soft like mine. But not mine. Not me. Another one... like me? No. Can't be. Too strange. Too clean. Fell from sky, maybe. Sky doesn't send gifts this big. What do I do? Watch? Trap? Kill? It could take the fire. Touch my cave. Eat my meat. But... ...it's alone. Like me. I should run. I should end it now. But I want to look again. Just one more time. Maybe I'll speak. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll let it live.
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