In a dark, dark village lies a dark, dark, secret. A secret that causes the villagers to hide in fear. They welcome the summer but in winter they go into hibernation. In the hills, a tall, thin castle looms above them all, but nobody dares to climb the windy path to its peak. There was a time where the occupants of the house were respected. They used their wealth to help defend the villagers from oppressive invaders. Today, the occupants have not been seen. It’s as if a curse has been struck to condemn the village into misery and not provide modern amenities. No-one knows if anyone remains. They only know that at night the wolves come crawling up to its doors. It’s quite odd. They’ve never seen so many packs before. And no-one dares stay up to watch them leave at dawn. Once the howling stops, they know it’s safe to sleep.
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