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The howl that rang out in the silent night was heard across the slumbering streets. The hair rose at the back of their heads.

The monster had escaped.

The three boys ran down the streets without looking back, adrenaline pumping through their veins.

It was a huge mistake, what they had done. They should have known that no tale was ever fully fictional; there would always be an ounce of truth in them.

They had gone to the rundown mine in the outer part of the village, seeking to find the so-call guardian beasts that protected it.
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