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“Ah, crap.” Jackson looked out the window expecting to see his salvation. Beyond the shed’s single window frame on the abandoned farm, he did see what he hoped for, but right before that, there was something much worse.
“You never give up, do you?” He almost let his fingertips glide along the lengths of frozen webbing. “So close.”
Outside it was Spring, the first Spring since he was a little boy. The climate was turning again in favor of life. But the ice giants were taking one last shot at him before they went.
Then he saw the first spider.
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