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| Alyssia crouched in a bramble patch, her cloak blending with the shadows. The wind carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but a far more interesting scene compelled her attention. Silvery moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. ~~~ Read the full story at: https://jjshaun.com/2025/01/12/the-ritual/ |