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... ges were dead silent. Their doors and windows bolted shut as though abandoned. The rivers that were once lively with fishermen casting their nets, women washing clothes by the banks and children jumping in for a swim were now still and lifeless. Mountains held their breath, their ancient contours etched with trepidation.
What were they so afraid of? The blood-red moon hanging high in the night was all telling. It was an ominous event that only took place once a year and for centuries the ...
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