A Banquet of Blood

The gloom hung heavy, pregnant with an unholy energy. Moonlight filtered through the canopy of thorns, casting long, grotesque shapes upon the earth. A chilling wind howled through the branches, carrying with it the scent of death. It was a night for monsters to awake. Offerings awaited, conducted
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