Secrets in the Pines at Midnight

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the graveyard. A chilly breeze rustled the pines, their branches creaking like old men. An unsettling quiet hung in the air, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Deep within the woods, something stirred. A pair of glints gleamed in the darkness, watching, waiting. The air buzzed wi

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