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He kept the cabin clean. It was his paradise. And the air in these parts, it just…smelled different. He’d come up here on the day she left, and if you asked him, he was gonna die in these woods. As he got older, it was typical to catch him muttering under his breath. Something about nature being so rough and wicked that it would take a monster to tame it. He was hell bent on becoming that monster.

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