You looked out the window of your house with a rifle in your hands then you saw It, a monstrous steed, black as the void, its mane wild and writhing like smoke. Its eyes—red as embers in a dying fire—pierced through the darkness. And then, the wings. Vast, leathery, like those of a demon from the old scriptures. It stood at the edge of the field for a moment, horns glistening in the lightning’s flash, then started trotting towards the barn. hungry.
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