At midnight, wearing boots and carrying a claw hammer, Jordan descended into the dark. The tunnel smelled of wet clay and rust. Fifty feet in, they found it: a second rubber duck, larger than the first, sitting on a stone pedestal. Water dripped around it in a perfect circle.
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