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Creature of the Forest

"A soft hacking that grew steadily until it had reached a pitch that was almost deafening. We swung around. Our flashlights split the night air as we searched, panicked, for we knew what that sound meant. We knew, because they had warned us. We had been warned. And we had not listened."

--Words by Matthew Zane Winfield

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