sample-刘慈欣短篇科幻小说合集-07-202606011314.txt
The Consumed I. The seventh hollow appeared on a Tuesday in April. I counted them now—seventy-two days since the first one, seventy-two days since Oakhaven began to die. The hollow was at the river bend, where the cotton used to grow thickest. Now there was nothing. Not dirt, not rock, not water. Nothing. A circular patch of absence, roughly forty feet across, perfectly smooth on the edges...
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