Prologue

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The dimly lit tavern was full of life as any normal night the darkness of night was burnt away by the light of the hearth. Rain spatted upon the window obscuring any view of the outside hiding what was coming hiding only what they wish they could have prepared for. 

The door flung open and the wind blew out the candles as the tavern was plunged into darkness. The residents murmured confused about what was going on.

The candles re-lit themselves and a scream was heard in the corner. The residents turned to see a younger pointing at a  body ,with blood dripping from it's cold dead eyes,hanging from the ceiling. They took a step back but stopped as something blocked them. 

Once more the lights went out, accompanied by horrified screams.

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