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... that had cracked open now rested on Pebbles’s head. It was akin to a strange-looking hat.
As for the rest of the shell, they were shattered, broken into sharp pieces that reflected faint crimson light.
Pebbles’ nose stung a bit. The more he inhaled, the worse it felt.
The air smelled pungent and rotting, but he wasn’t so sure about the source.
He slowly raised his large head, just a little, and the shell slid back. If at first it was covering half his face, now it ...
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