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Cecil's body tensed, the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips.
"Malai," he calmly uttered, his eyes fixed on his partner, who was arranging equipment across the clearing. "Malai, there's a bear."
Malai's lips curled into a disbelieving sneer, then froze as he laid eyes on the massive creature. It snuffled loudly at one of the tripods between them, its dark form nearly blending into the fading twilight. Only a sliver of dying light filtered...