As the air chills from the scorching summer. The wind begins to drift through the city. Darkness covers the land sooner. Those that dwell in the shadows get giddy. Leaves turn gold and brown and fall to the ground.

Strange voices carry on the breeze an earie sound. Far off over the hill, past the children preparing thier costume candy haul, they say stands a creaking old temple with a strange saying, written on the wall.

"All ye who dare to dwell within, be warned in advance. If your soul is something you aim to keep you must do the devils' dance."

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