The Grave-Sow Awakens

"The church wall just moved." At first you think it’s wind. Then you hear it

— heavy hooves pounding frozen stone, rooting, snorting,

furious. The Grave-Sow breaks through the dark: a headless shape, glowing eyes where

none should be, its back razor-sharp, bristles rising like blades. It isn’t hunting

you. It’s defending the north wall — the Devil’s side —

as the drowned claw their way in from the sea. And you’re standing between them.

This time it is real If you heard hooves outside tonight… would you dare to

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