lurk cold dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait one chance devour weak Sorr — Simon Holt, Devouring

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They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.

Simon Holt, The Devouring

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