The Mother who Fed the Dark
Silence fell heavier than stone.
The eldest child moved cautiously along the narrow dirt paths, the youngest clinging to him, still trembling from the horrors of the villa. The air smelled faintly of rot, of earth disturbed, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Even in the faint lantern light, shadows seemed unnaturally deep, stretching across walls, bending unnaturally.
"It’s here," the eldest child whispered, voice trembling. "The Darkness… it’s spreading."
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