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... unding like a faint, fragmented wail. The campfire had already gone cold, and charred stones were scattered all over the ground.
Looking around, there were trampled tents everywhere, and the torn canvas flapped loudly in the wind. Various debris was strewn all over, yet their owners were nowhere to be seen.
A broken pine tree trunk had fallen, pinning down a tin kettle beneath it. Someone’s pajamas were caught in the branches, stained with large patches of blood.
The only ...
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