Drifting over the land in a spooky fog of fear beguiled the spirit. Anything to get the faeries looking over their shoulder. The more frightened as a whole they became the better tasting and easier to digest. "Curse those Pixies"-they seemed to always get in the way just as we were ready to go in for the kill. This day will be different.
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