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(Previous) Wolves howling into the careless lunar grin, high above all in yellow and white, a bright blemish on the black night sky. Breaking the crickety crickets’ sonnet. Within the dark, each monster’s eye, beyond any surprise, couldn’t help but stare at the fires burning with gross entrenched ire. None braved the wilds, at least not at night. Something stirred the wolves for their wails woke half the town. Therein lied the conundrum, there... (Next)
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