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Chapter 8“Can you hear anything?” Ronan asks, looking at Dustin beside him as Rick stops just in front to look at a mark on a tree. “Nothing. I got the same weird feeling I always get when I come here. I think because she hunts here, and there are probably bodies of those who are missing. I’m not sure, but I’d say she was in the swamp tonight. I don’t know what makes me think that, but my gut says she’s here, not out luring someone,” Dustin says firmly. “Someone came through here,” Rick says. “The siren?” Ronan asks. “I don’t know, but it was recent,” Rick replies. “Onward, then.” Dustin shrugs. He seems relaxed, considering the last time they came to this swamp he was bitten and ended up in some kind of coma. Ronan’s glad Dustin isn’t afraid. Losing his nerve wouldn’t help any of th