Whispers Before the Moon

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…He stepped back, the space between us widening, a chasm of uncertainty. The thrumming in the earth began to rise again, a low, menacing growl that seemed to promise oblivion. The wind whipped around us, carrying with it the scent of decay and the chilling whisper of things unseen. My village, my home, my love – all teetered on the precipice of an ancient, encroaching night. The choice, agonizing and absolute, was mine to make.