A quiet afternoon stroll through the village took a dark turn the moment I reached the edge of the artificial lake. Floating near the bank was a shape that defied immediate recognition—a jagged, moss-slicked silhouette that looked less like debris and more like something that had crawled from the depths to die. My heart hammered against my ribs as I squinted, trying to make sense of the unnatural geometry, but the water seemed to hide its true… Continue reading…
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