

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 didnt 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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A silver moon. A deafening silence as the whisper of falling snow ceased. An ominous stillness follows. What awaits me on this darkened path? Where will it lead me and to what end? A smirk plays upon my lips as I leap forward and embrace the darkness.
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