Death's Muse
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Death's Muse

"Most people are good and occasionally do something they know is bad. Some people are bad and struggle every day to keep it under control.

Others are corrupt to the core and don't give a damn, as long as they don't get caught. But evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good."

~ Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

It was winter. The snow had began to fall almost immediately in the days following December twenty-fifth.

The lonely, sleepy town of Midnight Falls was residing in its bubble of seclusion in the due northern part of the United States of America.

It was cloistered from the rest of the union, seemingly existing on it's own planet as a soft and fluffy town where nothing was bad except for the spiders that seemed to bite relentlessly.

There were a few thousand people that lived in this tired town, and they all lived like nothing was wrong with the world,

except for the frequent snow showers or the occasional bad seed that would appear as a cancer among the town's population.

Few people came and went, and when they did, they appeared to the vast population of the town as outsiders. They had not been there since the beginning.

They were strange and victims of incurable xenophobia, and for a human not accustomed to being cast aside, it was a curse to live in Midnight Falls.

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