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Beware or Be Aware the Moon


"Hex? I could've been hexed pleanty of times!" She recocunted as she walked the clear spot of the forest. The only part in hours she can remember where the moon shown through the high rise of trees.
Heavily, the fog rolled in. It had to nearing morning, now as the moon's glow pierced the low laying clouds.
Her boots caked in mud trembled as the howls reverberating from molecules of water floating around her. As she steps, her ankles twist bringing her to the ground. The last thing she saw through the fog was a silhouette with a shining claw.

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