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The wind fell silent, and the trees stood still as ghosts whispered secrets from the unmarked graves below. Deep in the earth, a dormant hunger waited, patient, until the pale moon cast its light on a trembling branch. From the moss and soil, a hand emerged, then another, dragging a man into the night. His cheek was torn, revealing sharp fangs; his shirt was stained with old blood, his skin the colour of marble. Dark red embers burned in his sockets, locking onto the young woman beneath the oak with a fearful, knowing softness. “Ye’re a long way from home, lassie...” he rasped, his voice thick and factual.