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... untouched snow blanketing the village. An eerie silence pervaded the air, broken only by the faint murmurs of a congregation of witches gathered in the village center.
They formed a circle, chanting a spell in low, harmonious whispers that melded together, creating the illusion of an ethereal choir.
At the heart of this gathering stood Cassandra, positioned beside an altar in front of a crumbling statue. Her face was solemn, eyes focused intently on the ritual at hand.
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