A Banquet of Blood

The gloom hung heavy, pregnant with an unholy energy. Moonlight sliced through the canopy of trees, casting long, unnatural shapes upon the forest floor. A bone-deep wind screamed through the branches, carrying with it the scent of death. It was a night for monsters to awake. Sacrifices awaited, c
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