Darkest Night

You feel that this maze of trees is familiar somehow. Perhaps it's your imagination, but you've taken this path before. Maybe it's a memory, or it's someone else's memory that you confuse as you own.

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The wind rushes past you and you hear the cackling of a ghost as seems to burst through your body. You try not to scream. There's no telling what's in these woods...

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Another fork... another decision...