Cutting it open

Mark pulled out his pocket knife and, with precise care, sliced open a small section of the nest’s thick outer shell. As the layers parted, something unexpected was revealed inside. There were tiny, curled bits of what looked like fur tucked within the fibers. John frowned, his confusion only growing. “Fur?” he asked aloud. The word hung in the air, strange and unsettling, filling the silence with an eerie weight.
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