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In the olden days, when the mist still spoke and the hills guarded secrets, there lived a puitling named . Unlike the cruel giants of legend who devoured children, Thangvunga was a puitling of fading honor—his strength waning, his cave cold. The elders whispered that his heart had grown hot with shame, for a beast no man had seen now stalked the village of Khawri .

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