The Shadow Man
Twas a night full of Good Food, Drinks, and Laughs. Time went on and soon passed. Then the Shadow Man appeared at last. With a wave of his finger, the mood shifted. What was good food now tasted Rotten. What were good drinks now tasted sour. What were good laughs now grew to silence. The Shadow Man does not care for good food, drinks, and laughs. He only wishes to see you walk down that perilous path. For in your mind when he appears, all things change even what you hold dear.
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