By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows across the rolling fields of Blackthorn, the town of Millbrook had already fallen silent, save for the faint whisper of the wind through the dying corn stalks. But deep beneath that silence lurked a darkness, ancient and malevolent, waiting patiently for its next feast.*
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### **Prologue: The curse of Blackthorn**
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