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Carla Arrives

Mayor Carla Martin was still brushing her teeth when the phone started buzzing nonstop. A sinkhole? Near the school? She rushed over, thinking it couldn’t be that bad. But standing at the edge, she felt her stomach drop. The hole was massive—and deep. It didn’t look like a regular sinkhole. It looked… too clean. Too perfect. Like something had made it.
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