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of Spookinite ValleyEst. Sept. 2012
Journal Entry 10 - October 5th, 1892The Hunter’s Moon hangs in the smokey heavens tonight, yellow and gleaming. It reminds me of the evening many years ago when I lost my way within the depths of Hawthorne’s Bog. My lantern’s light weakened by the second until only the moonlight helped me gain my bearings. As I carefully stepped over the clumps of sedges, I caught a glimpse of some odd creature. It looked to be a hound, yet it possessed cat-like features.
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