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Here’s mine: The Dance Of Souls

My village was always quiet, surrounded by misty forests and cold nights that felt heavy on the chest. It is said that the evening breeze carried a lot of secrets and spirits. They placed a curfew for 8 pm as it was the eve of hallows. There was a place deep within the woods where lost souls gathered to dance during the eve of the hallows- a place where the dead met, but only those bold enough to watch went there. 

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