It lives there. Under the tracks. [ The girl pipes up, and points to where the undergrowth and the coaster supports are thickest. ]
"It" does? What is... "it"?
[ They may very well get their answer, because Fedora suddenly tenses, fur standing on end. There is the long, grating sound of metal scraping over the cold dirt, and something in the grass rustles. Jacob's hand goes for his gun instantly. ]
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"It" does? What is... "it"?
[ They may very well get their answer, because Fedora suddenly tenses, fur standing on end. There is the long, grating sound of metal scraping over the cold dirt, and something in the grass rustles. Jacob's hand goes for his gun instantly. ]