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As I did so, a green bud burst open and a glossy, new leaf unfurled right in front of my nose. I had never seen anything like it. It was as if time had momentarily sprinted forward, a short spike in an otherwise steady current. I touched the leaf, and as I did, the sapling trembled and spat out another one.
Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance
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