8. I saw everything in one quick glance. Officer McKeon was crawling out of the pond. He had tossed the “thing” on the stubby grass. It was lying there, on it’s back. But it wasn’t a man. I wasn’t any part of a human.
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Excerpts by George Wyatt (contributed by Joel Wilson)
Artwork by Jacques Pecnard
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