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3708: Hurley

Waves lapped gently against the crumbling concrete walls of the dock, shaping a rhythm that Hurley tapped his claws to as he strolled along the water’s edge. Weather and ocean had worked together with time to clear away the human debris that had once crowded the seaside streets, turning the boardwalk into this utahraptor’s favorite path for an afternoon walk. He angled his head to squint out over the rolling waves, the glare of sunlight on water still bright...