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"The Octavius Trap"

The savanna vegetation rippled in the warm eastern winds, dancing in the valley under the morning sun, warm and inviting. Neither awake, nor asleep. Not inert, but not alive.

“No,” she said. “The pond. The reflection. Something is wrong, prepare to abort surface operations.”

Patiently, it sat. Still hungry.

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