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Or—
Lavayla’s eyes widened in horror.
Was it a cunning, vicious beast mimicking a baby’s cry to lure prey?
She stumbled back, heart hammering.
"Oh fuck."
Lavayla didn’t think twice; she turned to leave, folding her blanket hurriedly, determined not to get dragged into whatever that was. Just as she finished arranging her things, that cry rang out again—high, thin, unmistakably baby-like.
She froze. Then shook her head hard enough to rattle ...
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