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| "A soft scratching noise came from Mackey's side of the tent wall. Vaughn listened: skritch … skritch. He released a long breath. It had to be a porcupine pawing at his pack. Probably attracted to their camp by the smell of cooked food. Crash! Something smashed into the tent, and Mackey fell across his legs. A sound blasted into his skull - aaaaoooooooo! - so loud his teeth hummed." |
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