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surface. He’d received swimming lessons from an ex-Navy Seal, but right now he couldn’t even remember how to float. Keeping a tight hold on his phone, he shook off his heavy overcoat, which drifted downwards, its sleeves flailing like a drowning man.
Something slimy caressed Milo’s bare foot. This is it, I’m a goner. And I’m going to die dressed as a politician. A wave of pitiful acceptance washed over him as he sank into the gloomy depths.
Straining to hold his breath, Milo opened his eyes and held out his illuminated smartphone. If he was going to be eaten alive, he wanted to see what would be digesting him. The torchlight filtered through the murk, providing a hazy glimpse of an immense creature unlike anything Milo had ever seen. At its rear were eight tentacles, each as long as the rowboat. Its front half was that of a hideous, primordial fish with jagged teeth the size of bowling pins. What is that Thing?
Above, Milo could hear the faint sound of a
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