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The people of Graypast Hollow had long accepted the rules: no lanterns after sunset, no loud voices on the third night of the new moon, and never—never—look directly at the herd.
Malric Bane didn’t believe in rules. A traveler, ex-soldier, and fool in equal measure, he thought the village superstitions were cowardice disguised as wisdom. So, when the mayor warned him of the Hollow-Eyed Herd, he laughed and said, “Ghost cows? Really?”
The old man didn’t smile. “They are ...
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