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A darkened night fell, as the sky aches with red and orange. A small echo is what is left of the cold home. Empty is the cabin resting on the side. No one knows why. What happened to the family in the hill side. Demons, cannibals, Demonic cannibals who knows. All we know, is that death reeks the air, clean of hope. That's all we know.

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