‘That night a terrible storm came rolling in from the cold Atlantic. Searing lightning tore the sky in jagged cracks and deafening thunder numbed the ears. The air reeked of stale ozone.
The next morning wave upon wave of writhing, fleshy pulp drifted in on the shallow tide. A few early morning strollers cautiously prodded the mass, until suddenly a massive tendril shot up and towered above the surprised onlookers.
The local fishermen agreed it was a bad day to go fishing.’
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