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Intro. It all started subtly. The dogs, usually so boisterous, began to grow quiet, their playful antics replaced by an unsettling vigilance. Then came the nights. Nights filled with their mournful whines and guttural barks, aimed at an unseen horror just beyond the treeline. You held Aella's hand, feeling the trembling in her touch, usually so steady. The air was heavy, charged with an unnameable fear, and you knew, deep in your soul, that your once-peaceful life in the countryside was over.

Aella

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