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The full moon, a pale orb in the inky sky, cast long, skeletal shadows from the ancient pines. A lone man, his face etched with terror, stood frozen against the silver light. A pack of wolves, their eyes burning like embers in the darkness, circled him, their guttural growls rippling through the dense forest air. The shadows stretched and danced, their edges sharpened by the chilling moonlight, mirroring the man's mounting dread. 0 reply
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