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Swamp and the Land

Sometimes, late at night, the swamp carried sounds across the property. The air went still, and Ben swore he could hear faint splashes, ripples breaking silence.

Maybe it was wind. Maybe nothing. But deep down, he felt it was more. A reminder. As if the alligators hadn’t vanished into wilderness—they were still out there. And in their own way, thanking him.