The wind howled through the pines, bending the ancient trees into
crooked, unnatural shapes. Underneath the thick canopy, the forest
was alive with whispersfaint, like a thousand voices barely
brushing the edges of your consciousness. But they weren't
whispers of the wind. No, they were voices of something far older,
something far darker.
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