Echoes in the Pines at Midnight

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long ghosts across the graveyard. A piercing breeze rustled the pines, their branches sighing like ancient secrets. An unsettling quiet hung in the air, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Deep within the woods, something stirred. A pair of eyes gleamed in the darkness, watching, waiting. The air buz

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