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... in layer of mist curled around the wooden houses, clinging to the rooftops like a ghostly veil.
The wind whispered through the trees, low and haunting, yet the night seemed calm, ordinary in every way. Then came the sound of soft footsteps.
A small boy, no older than seven, crept quietly from his home. His hair was tousled from sleep, and he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
He had woken suddenly, feeling the urge to pee. The outhouse wasn’t far, just beyond the ...
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