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The wind picked up across the water, and the trees near the water’s edge snapped and flapped. Apollo turned toward the tree line, squinted and scanned. For a moment he thought he saw a silhouette of a man…but a man of an unimaginable size. More likely it was only an oddly shaped hill caught by the moonlight and animated by Apollo’s fear. It had to be that.
The Changeling
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