Morning 3
A lonely howling woke the villagers at the break of dawn. the sun rose over the village, and the villagers shambled into the Village square in groups of two or three, save the Blind man, who stumbled, alone and abandond, towards where he vould hear the growing rumble of the villager's voices.
As the Villagers took the head count, they cam to the realization that they were all there... there were no dead that night...
had the wolves given up? or was there a more sinister meaning...
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