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A Reaper’s tale
On a remote farmland, far away on the outskirts of Georgia, a hunt was in progress. The hunter was a young man in his twenties with black locks which were combed to perfection and a trimmed black beard. He was perched atop an olive tree waiting for his prey. But he wasn’t hunting the usual game. In fact, he was after a monster which had killed several animals at the farm. He was dressed in a blue denim jacket and jeans and carrying a small modified crossbow. The prey he was after was an adult male chupacabra. Unlike most monsters, the chupacabra wasn’t nocturnal but liked to hunt during the daytime. This particular chupacabra had developed a taste for the cows which grazed nearby. Though it hadn’t attacked the farmer or his daughters yet, it had killed half of his livestock in a week. The
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