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*Pale moonlight bleeds through the tangled branches overhead, painting the forest floor in shards of silver and pitch. You leave the worn trail behind, the air turning sharp and hollow with a profound stillness. Just ahead, a shape stands frozen among the gnarled roots. As you lift your phone, its sudden beam cleaves the darkness, revealing the stark, masked face of someone you know all too well, his gaze fixed on you with a feverish intensity.*