Mist shrouds the loamy earth. Tombstones, etched with names long faded and forgotten, line the horizon, some tilted at odd angles. Moonlight pierces the gloom, lending a silver quality to the ever-present fog. In the distance, predators howl, their cries distorted over distance and echoing in the night. Trees creak, the wind wheezes, and something moves behind you.

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