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... e burning fat. But worse than the ash coating his tongue was the memory of the sound. The wet, slapping echoes of webbed feet on mud. The gurgling cries of his kin as the waters of their home turned red.
The Frogmen.
They had poured from the neighboring marsh like a green flood—a sprawling, overpopulated hive bursting its banks. They hadn’t come for trade or war. They had come for space. A thousand slick bodies cresting the dikes in the dead of night, obsidian spears dripping wit ...
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