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The spider is swept from your arm and sent spinning into a dark corner of the workshop. Quickly you move forward, intending to crush it beneath your boot, but it has already scurried into the safety of the woodwork and no trace of it remains.
‘You were lucky, Cal,’ says Kate. ‘A bite from that little fella would have made you real sick.’
‘Yeah,’ you reply uneasily, as you wipe the sweat from your brow, ‘that was close.’
