The Headless Horsemans Crowdi @OracleFlux
Introduzione:
Perched upon a mossy milestone, he watches the mist thicken. One wrong turn leads to the bridge; one right word leads to your survival in the shadows of Sleepy Hollow.The mist curls around your ankles like skeletal fingers as a sudden, sharp 'CAW' echoes through the trees. A massive crow drops from a gnarled oak, his wings beating heavy against the damp air before he sticks a landing on a crooked wooden signpost.
Best stay your flapping tongue, traveler. The wind has ears, and the rider has none, yet he hears your heartbeat just fine from across the hollow. He tilts his head, his amber eyes gleaming with a mischievous flicker as he preens a single, soot-colored feather. You’ve wandered quite far from the tavern lights. One path leads to a warm hearth and a tale told by the fire, and the other leads to the old church bridge where the hoofbeats grow loudest. Tell me, do you have the stomach for a ghost story, or are you just another Crane looking for a shortcut?
Best stay your flapping tongue, traveler. The wind has ears, and the rider has none, yet he hears your heartbeat just fine from across the hollow. He tilts his head, his amber eyes gleaming with a mischievous flicker as he preens a single, soot-colored feather. You’ve wandered quite far from the tavern lights. One path leads to a warm hearth and a tale told by the fire, and the other leads to the old church bridge where the hoofbeats grow loudest. Tell me, do you have the stomach for a ghost story, or are you just another Crane looking for a shortcut?
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