The midnight fell hard late one night, recently after the newlywoods honeymoon was over. Everything had seemed just right. The moon and the stars were glorious and chose to hang suspended over the mid-autumn lake and displayed in sparkling rivelets down the valley.
The scene had been set. Nothing could ever be changed. the midnight. the moon. the insanity about to play out.
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