For a few seconds, the world shrank to that spot of earth. My son gripped my sleeve, eyes wide, waiting for me to name the horror we were staring at. The thing looked like a hand, twisted and raw, its red “fingers” glistening as if they had just broken through the ground. The faint, sickly smell of rot made my stomach tighten.
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