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| paco: I remembered those words and tried to take comfort in them. But as it grew darker in the cave, the bats seemed to grow uglier and bigger. | |
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| And they appeared to be moving about more. A lot more. The noise they made grew until it sounded like hundreds of flags whipping in a high wind. | |
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| In the great clumps, the bats darted for the front of the cave | |
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