He fetched a small pickaxe from his boat and began working at the edge. Each strike sent dull vibrations through the rock. Bit by bit, a section loosened. The others helped, prying until they exposed something at the base—metal loops, half-buried in sand. “Chains,” Kenji said quietly. “It’s anchored to something.” His stomach turned. Who would chain a giant shell to the seafloor?
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