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... ct, too clean. No birds entered it. No wind crossed its ring. The air hung heavy, as though holding its breath.
At its center was a hole, wide as a cart, dark as ink. No roots jutted from its sides. No scent of soil. Just a void in the earth, as if the world had yawned in agony.
Locals called it the Maw.
They warned travelers: “If the trees go silent, turn back. If the ground feels hollow, run.”
But Calder Brinn did not heed warnings.
He was a hunter by tr ...
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