Okoroku rose from the depths, as she always had, into the light at the surface of the great water, and found once again that the tiny fleshlings had dotted the coast with their funny little nests. They were larger and more elaborate this time, and some of them smelled of iron and pitch. Predictably, a few of them spotted her and ran screaming, warning t…
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