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Marley loved the smell of Perchmire Swamp. It’s why the muckerrat built a cozy den so near the muddy waters. First to report the strange lights, he only spoke of them briefly, and not once after did he mention them again. He might have had the luxury of forgetting had events not changed the possibility.
The lights were flickering again, and only he knew why.

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