Horror Tale 3: The Blood Runs Cold

A chilling wind whistled/howled/screeched through the ancient trees, carrying with it the scent of decay/death/rot. Deep in the forest, a lone figure trembled/shivered/quailed, their breath fogging/mists/steaming in the cold night air. They had heard the tales, whispered/hushed/murmured from generation to generation, of a dark force that lurked/hau

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