The night grew hollow with every passing hour. As the black deepened, the air grew colder. The wind and the leaves whispered together, the stars peering down and trying to listen to their hushed conversation. I shuddered, wondering where the moon went.
My friends beside me were loud and boisterous, a shocking disturbance in the otherwise silent world. We smelled of campfire and off bugspray, a delightful combination. The intoxicating atmosphere hindered our awareness, and we were vulnerable victims of whatever predator lurked about us.
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