The moon hung full and heavy over the village, a pale coin against a sky black as ink. No wind stirred. No night birds called. Only silence, and the faint crunch of your boots on the dirt road.
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The moon hung full and heavy over the village, a pale coin against a sky black as ink. No wind stirred. No night birds called. Only silence, and the faint crunch of your boots on the dirt road.