The moonlight cut through the twisted branches, casting ghostly shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the cursed woods. Silence gripped the night—until it didnt. A faint, chilling melody of a music box drifted through the darkness, then cut off with a sharp, jarring silence. The air grew heavy, and a rancid stench crept in. From the shadows, a towering figure emerged, his presence as silent and inevitable as death itself
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10/06/2025