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[i]Out in the woods there was a hole. A small, stony hole at the base of a hill overlooking a dim meadow of swaying timothy grass, flanked on all sides by strangler figs of immense proportions. It was a chill evening, and a quiet one at that. Something crawled or squeezed out from the hole and into the fresh air. It moved like a snake and like a shadow, across the meadow and through the woods. No other living animal dared to tread upon open ground this night. 

In the late hours, long before the sun had risen, it would come upon the dwelling of men. It traversed the gate as easily as a feline circumvents a picket fence. It would enter no hovel tonight. It only felt inclined to do so when it could detect the scent of the little ones. It waited for one ill-fated to venture out alone. Sometimes it caught them when they went out to dump the piss buckets. It found that those ones always had just a little bit more left in them.[/I]