Night's obscure mantle slowly descends upon the shushing hills and dales. For centuries, this cemetery has stood, forever silent, upon this hill. Not anymore. You heard... rumors. You decided to investigate and packed your rare belongings, in hasted preparations for travel. You decided to inquire at the local priest. As you entered the small, decrepit church of old, you felt a strange yet comforting presence. The flickering candle flames dance, competing against the shadows. The smell of incense lingers in the still air. A small, wizened, figure is holding the altar in a whispered prayer. You cannot shake the feeling of this invisible presence though, as if something else is standing in the room with you. Something watching over you. Something... coveting you.
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