Pestering his mind
No matter how hard he tried to focus on something else, the image of the massive, unnatural nest wouldn’t leave his thoughts. He shifted in his seat, rubbing his temples as if that would help clear his mind. “What are you?” he muttered under his breath, staring blankly at the TV screen. The strange discovery consumed him, an unwelcome obsession that refused to loosen its grip as night went on.
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