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Zimbabwe



The next night, black cracks appeared across his garden. Flowers withered. The air smelled of smoke. Whenever he turned a corner, he caught a glimpse of a massive shadow with three heads watching from afar.
Sleep became impossible. The Wither never attacked directly. It simply followed him, appearing in reflections, fog, and darkened windows. Each night it drifted closer.
One stormy evening, Mr. Provitt looked outside and found the creature hovering just beyond the glass. Three pale eyes stared back. The house trembled. A skull struck the roof with a deafening blast.
As the lights went out, Mr. Provitt heard the familiar shriek echo through the darkness. This time, it wasn't outside. It was somewhere inside the house.
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