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... day.
No birds sang. No insects chirped. Even the wind hesitated among the branches.
But at night, the woods played a song—a haunting, low nocturne—as if the trees themselves remembered something unspeakable. It started as a hum deep in the soil, rising with the fog, wrapping itself around those who dared to enter.
Evelyn Blackmoor had heard whispers of it during her travels. Of hunters who followed the song too far and were found months later with hollow eyes and bark gr ...
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