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Witch cult-mythosI remember that night. All the town in a frenzy speaking of a beast in the bog, and the graveyard. Jacobs, Herbert, and I grabbed our guns and crept to the graveyard, hearing chanting and the sound of screams. We didn’t know what they were until we had gotten to close to the iron gates torn from their hinges. Herbert whispered to me about a witch cult from twenty years ago, and I nodded., I never believed in magic until that night.Witch cult-mythos
Upon the hill amongst the graves were chanting heretics. One could be described as ghastly and queer to any man. Horns protruded from his temples and chanting was heard from his followers &#
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