Under a Blood-Stained Moon

The air was thick with unease, the trees casting long, eerie shadows in the pale light. A chill ran through me, in defiance of the heat that seethed within. The orb hung high above, a merciless sentinel casting its blood-red light upon the quieted world. A lone wolf howled in the beyond, its cry reverberating through the branches. I pressed onward,

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