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THE ENIGMATIC ISAIAH WOODS
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Isaiah Woods stood tall, holding the lifeless snake by its neck, his expression was calm and composed.

The guests, frozen in stunned silence, stared at him as though they had seen a miracle.

Whispers rippled through the room, and voices were filled with awe and disbelief.

“It’s Isaiah Woods!” someone gasped.

“He picked up the snake with his bare hands!” another added, with voices that were tinged with admiration.

The crowd, moments ago engulfed in chaos, now felt a strange wave of relief washing over them.

The fear that had gripped the room was beginning to dissipate, replaced by amazement.

Yet, curiosity lingered in their minds. How had the snake, which had been so aggressive just seconds before, gone completely limp?

“How did he kill it so fast?” one guest muttered, glancing at the lifeless reptile dangling from Isaiah’s firm grip.

“It doesn’t matter how,” another guest replied, shaking their head. “The snake is dead, and we’re safe now.”

Unbeknownst to them, Marvin—known to the
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