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... wled through its belly like something alive, demanding and insistent. How long had it slept? The dripping water offered no consistent rhythm to measure time by. The sound changed with air currents, with temperature shifts, with mysteries the creature couldn’t yet name. Maybe six hours. Maybe twelve. Time felt plastic here, measured only in the urgent demands of metabolism.
The creature stretched, and armor plates shifted with new confidence. Yesterday’s growth cracks had sealed overnight ...
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