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The heart of the swamp
He was ready to capture whatever emerged from the swirling mist. The boat cut through the swamp water, heading deeper into the fog, the murmur of the engine the only sound in the eerie silence. Suddenly, everything seemed to fall into a hush. Even the persistent hum of the boat’s motor seemed to lower its voice, as if treading on sacred ground.
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