A soft creaking echoed through the forest, like a song being hummed by the deadened branches of old oak trees. Moonlight cut through the darkness like a sharpened stick through steel, as if it was being doused as soon as it sprung up. In this dim light the bark of the trees looked gray and alive, the swaying back and forth giving them eerie voices with which they used to speak to one another.

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