Vansant's Cementary Comments

The day is done, the sun has started to hide behind the mountains, leaving the landscape to darkness and myself. Familiar shapes have now taken on ominous existence, company that I do not desire on this journey into the black wood to Vansant's Cemetery.

My presence starts to decline as involuntary shivers run up my spine. Stiffness envelops my limbs making it difficult to walk or stay, feeling like prey.
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