Sacred Death Hex

That season for dark pleasing.

So it has always been and so it shall be again.
Under the sacred midnight sky.

Deadly thoughts revealed by its crimson shine.
Patient knives cutting bright.

Illuminating night in a thousand points of light.
The reaping by slight of hand.

For hidden is the path of ancient bloodshed rites.

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