Kiko barked sharply, circling the shell with his ears pinned back. He sniffed the seam that ran through the middle, whining softly. Kenji frowned. The slit was wide enough to slide a hand into, but darkness pooled inside. “Easy, boy,” he murmured, touching the dog’s head. “Probably just drift junk.” But even as he said it, he didn’t believe his own words.
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