The Realization
The air between them grew heavier. Thomas’s mind raced with images of fish dying, poisoned waters, their entire bay destroyed. Greg muttered, “Dear God…” The iceberg no longer seemed like a natural wonder but a ticking bomb floating past their town. “We can’t just leave this,” Thomas said, his voice low but steady. The man’s eyes fixed on him. “Then you’d better decide quickly,” he warned. “Because time is already running out.”
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