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Chapter 90 – Shelf Life

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Noah

Pruitt sees it first, which he'll be reminding me about for the rest of both our lives, one word at a time.

"Line," he says, and stops walking.

It's strung across the deer trail at chest height, pale in the flashlight, thick as a bootlace.

I put the back of my knife against it and press. It gives about as much as a fence wire gives, then hums.

Spider silk doesn't hum.

Spider silk also doesn't anchor twenty feet up two separate spruces with the slack taken out like somebody rigged it on pur
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Hehehe. I learned about this one from a story I wrote for someone else's Cryptid website.
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