Marked
Whatever was at its center—if anything—would likely be untouched.
But then again, maybe this was just a huge thicket of branches and thorns, and all that we would find for their trouble was more thorns.
Caleb nodded slowly. “Yes,” he said. “This could be it.”
He studied it for a while, the finally said, “Stand back.”
I took several steps back, wondering what he would do.
Caleb pulled his sleeves down, over his hands, shielding them, then reached in, and with his incredible strength, tore at the thicket of branches. It was incredible, like watching a chainsaw attack the pile.
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