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What is it then?

John’s chest tightened. His mind raced, scrambling for answers—wasps, birds, raccoons? “What are you saying?” he asked. Mark exhaled slowly. “That thing? It was made by a bear,” he said. “Not just any bear—a brown bear.” John’s breath caught. “That wasn’t a hornet’s nest, John. It was a storage sack. Something they build to prepare for winter.” Mark paused. “And that means only one thing… that bear might still be very close by.”
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