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From outside the workshop, an eerie sound pervaded the autumnal night air. Grasping for a contained thought, the warlock considered eating pine nuts for breakfast instead. Seventeen seconds later the bell rang out and the local villagers came into the town square unaware that tonight would be their last.
Frozen to the spot, spot spotted a spotted spot called spotty. ‘This is odd” she thought ‘I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts aloud else someone might get hurt!’. But it was too late. For in the courtyard, Diana was preparing the broth that would seal her brothers fate forever. Drip by drop she dropped the drapes into the flop drop of koonratheel. And there it lay in waiting until this fateful day when little jimmy ran out of the forest in search of another spine licker.
Today was the day of Thalmus and tonight, no-one would go home hungry…