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... at night, a bright moon hung in the sky, adorned with clouds as thin as gossamer.
Through the thick gaps in the woods, it scattered light upon the earth.
The lonely spire of the woodland church stood erect, its gothic pinnacles sharp as swords, as if they were about to pierce the heart of the moon.
At midnight, as the darkness deepened, it was the time when all things fell into dream.
Yet not far from the church, in the graveyard, there was a busy shadow.
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