You’re walking on the little road in the country and suddenly, you can ear them, whispering at your ears: “We are the children of the night, hidden in the shadows growing as the moon rises in the dark sky. Beware if your way crosses ours or you will wait to see a new day for thousand and thousand hours”.

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