The campfire flickers and crackles, spitting its flame at the sky. Shadowy forms wail and chant in harmony, a ghastly cacophony. They circle, triumphantly evil, dispassionate and unforgiving. Spirits join at the feverish climax to hold the dawn at bay.
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