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A Mischevious Race of Graven Gourds
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The pallid harvest moon hangs high in the sky, a lantern casting a dim silver light across the landscape, illuminating the windows of farmhouses with its subtle glow. Across the fields a chill autumn wind blows, swaying the crops in its cold-edged grasp, foretelling the dark winter times to come.
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