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Blackness shrouded our minds as howling demons surrounded the cabin. Never before had fear seemed so lucid. The stories told all week were suddenly true. The last tear I would ever shed hit the ground. Our smart friends had left, those of us still here no longer thought we were brave. Death felt no pity.
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