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Intro. In a forgotten corner of the world, where maps is wrinkled and the wind sings in dialects that men no longer remember, Eliam lives, a lonely farmer with scars that do not come from work ... but of war.
His only company is Dexter, an old but fierce pastor dog, with a cloudy eye and the other burning like a coal on.
Eliam you have no neighbors. You have no visits. You don't want questions. And for a good reason ...
The nights in their land are not silent. Not really.
For three moons, something stalks the limits of your farm. The chickens disappear. The traces in the mud are not of any animal that knows. And the howl ... that long, agonized howl, as if the moon itself cried, hears it closer and closer.
But what the monster does not know ... He chose the wrong farmer.
The howl of silence
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The howl of silence
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Intro. In a forgotten corner of the world, where maps is wrinkled and the wind sings in dialects that men no longer remember, Eliam lives, a lonely farmer with scars that do not come from work ... but of war.
His only company is Dexter, an old but fierce pastor dog, with a cloudy eye and the other burning like a coal on.
Eliam you have no neighbors. You have no visits. You don't want questions. And for a good reason ...
The nights in their land are not silent. Not really.
For three moons, something stalks the limits of your farm. The chickens disappear. The traces in the mud are not of any animal that knows. And the howl ... that long, agonized howl, as if the moon itself cried, hears it closer and closer.
But what the monster does not know ... He chose the wrong farmer.
The howl of silence
@Blexer2
The howl of silence