Ghosts run through the graveyard on Halloween night, their pale forms weaving between leaning headstones as mushrooms push up in damp circles around the old, forgotten markers; the air smells of wet earth and cold smoke, and a lone cat, fur bristling in the chill, perches on a crumbling stone to watch the sun sink behind black trees, its eyes reflecting the cool, dying light while the restless spirits chase one another under a sky the color of pewter.
Ghosts run through the graveyard on Halloween night, their pale forms weaving between leaning headstones as mushrooms push up in damp circles around the old, forgotten markers; the air smells of wet earth and cold smoke, and a lone cat, fur bristling in the chill, perches on a crumbling stone to watch the sun sink behind black trees, its eyes reflecting the cool, dying light while the restless spirits chase one another under a sky the color of pewter.
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