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Something Remains

One final thing: at the site, among the weeds and grass, a stone marker appeared. No one put it there. No name, no date. Just a carved symbol—the same one Carla had seen in her dream. Eddie visits it sometimes. And every time, he whispers, “Thank you.” Because beneath that spot, far below, the town’s silent protector still waits. Listening. Guarding.
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