Clearing an overgrown path of it’s old growth is always an arduous task, clearing two is a chore no one wishes to undertake, but brambles from an abandoned path will trip you up out of spite.
Remaining vigilant is essential in a town like New Morceau, because the graveyards overflow with the careless, and the dead are the best fertilizer.
The witching hour always comes, and those who fail to watch the clock can only brace themselves and pray.
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