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” She called into the inky blackness

It was a clear night

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ruling with a stern fist but a kind heart

the beast who has no form

Horace the Pumpkin King, Size Mini (Medium Firmness) Fang ” She called into theOn all Hallows Eve, the veil the living and the dead grows thin. On this night creatures come out to play that have been dormant all the other months of the year. Theres a chill in the air that seeps down into the Kudus bones. The moonlight shines across the pumpkin patch. Its too silent, eerily so. The air whispers through her ears. A light laughter carries on the lazy breeze. She knows hes here now. Vines slither around her hooves, moving on their