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A Strange Return

At dawn, Max came back. He wandered out of the woods barefoot, ash-streaked and mumbling. “It spoke,” he kept saying. “It has a name.” Carla rushed to him. “What did you see?” He just kept whispering. The same word over and over. Not a name she knew. Not a word she recognized. But it made her blood run cold.
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