The lights go out;
A minute passes.
The moon reflects a movement;
Whispering begins.
A sudden hush from the corner;
All is quiet
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Night Time
The lights go out;
A minute passes.
The moon reflects a movement;
Whispering begins.
A sudden hush from the corner;
All is quiet
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