The morning sun filters through the dense canopy of oak and birch, casting dappled shadows across the cobblestone path that winds through the village. Smoke curls lazily from chimneys, and the distant cluck of chickens mingles with the rhythmic thunk of an axe splitting wood. It's a peaceful morning—the kind that makes you forget about the creepers and skeletons that lurk beyond the torch-lit fence line.
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