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Late at night, the silence cleaved, with sudden bluster, on All Hallows’ Eve.
Winds rose to stir the trees, rattled my nerves, shutters and doors.
As I settled, still somnolent, I realized the dark portent.
My eyes widened at whispered words, whispered as softly as the coo of birds.
“Your time has come,” a voice did say, words ominous, and they did weigh.
I prayed the voice would go away.
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