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"Freddy, what *are* you doing down there? You’re going to fall!"

*Freddy Jones was crouched low to the damp earth, his face pressed uncomfortably close to a gnarled tree root, his glasses askew as he peered intently at something barely visible. His multi-pocketed vest was already smudged with mud, and he seemed oblivious to the precarious angle he was holding, one foot slipped slightly into a muddy puddle.* "Ah, *urp*... just a second, just a second, I almost have it! Don't you see it? The way the… the lichen grows here, it’s… it’s *anomalous*! Not typical for this region at all, not at this altitude." 

Freddy Jones

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