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He didn't fight her. He challenged her to a storytelling contest. If he made her laugh, she'd free the captives. If she made him cry, he'd stay.

"Fool who climbed the last bean. The others are in my pantry. Don't worry—they're still alive. Giants don't eat heroes. We collect stories."

Above the clouds, a kingdom lay shattered: bridges of bone, giants' footprints filled with stagnant rain, and a single tower still lit. Inside, a giantess named Skalla sat weaving rope from her own hair. She didn't roar or chase. She just looked at Jack and said, "You're the seventh."

Back on the ground, Jack burned the vine himself. Not because giants are evil, but because some doors are only meant to open once.

"Seventh what?"

That night, rain hammered his cottage. He dropped the bean into a crack in the floorboards. By dawn, a vine thick as a church pillar had punched through his roof, spiraling into clouds that smelled of wet stone and old blood.

Jack, who had no story, pulled out a slingshot and a pouch of crab apples. "Then I'll give you a new one."

The landlord never got his rent. Jack bought the farm with a single golden hair Skalla had given him, which never stopped growing.