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Samhain

All hallows eve.

I hear them calling.

The wind moans and wails like a banshee,


Sending shivers down my spine.
Shadows are everywhere.
The moon sails on the cloudy seas of night,
Casting a magical light upon the countryside.
Time stands still,
Listening,
Waiting.
The Veil thins,
And an eerie mist rises off the sea.
Listen!
They come!
The wild Hunt rides! The feast of the Dead begins!

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