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... ine it more closely. The water was indeed unnaturally clear, revealing every detail of the streambed with perfect clarity.
The stones beneath the surface were uniformly white, arranged in patterns that seemed almost deliberate. And the temperature, he held his hand just above the surface, feeling a chill that went beyond natural coolness.
"She’s right," he said, rising to his feet. "Something’s wrong with it."
"We need water," Cale insisted, moving to the stream’s edge. " ...
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