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The wind whistled through the trees. With the hoots and croaks, it created a soothing harmony. But Cynthia couldn't sleep. For tonight was the night where everything would change.

She tossed and turned in the bed, striving to fall into slumber. The bloody shimmer of the moon reflected upon her husband's face. He was dreaming peacefully, unaware of the events that were about to unfold.

After a long while, she glanced at her alarm clock.

It was time.

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