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Swamp and the Land

Sometimes, late at night, the swamp carried sounds across the property. The air would go still, and Ben swore he could hear faint splashes, soft ripples breaking the silence. Maybe it was the wind. Maybe it was nothing. But deep down, he felt it was something more. A reminder. As if the alligators hadn’t just vanished into the wilderness—they were still out there. And in their own way, they were thanking him.