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The wind hushed the swaying trees as ancient ghosts whispered secrets of the unmarked graves beneath. Deep in the soil, a dormant hunger waited, until the pale moon illuminated a trembling branch. From the moss and earth, a hand emerged, then another, pulling a man into the night. His cheek torn to reveal sharp fangs, his shirt stained with old blood, his skin deathly pale. Dark red gems burned in his sockets, fixing on the young woman by the oak with a fearful, knowing softness. “Ye a long way from home, lassie...” he rasped, heavy and factual.