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The Leviathan Crocodile
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Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2012
It was like seeing a nightmare in paradise, its muddy hide camouflaged it from the local's unobservant glances as they skirted around the rivers heaving banks. Chrisy couldn't understand how a monster that large had been washed down the river in the rain. However it had got there, Chrisy was sure of one thing, Crocs don't get that big. Ever.
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