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Crickets chirp around me creating a beautiful song throughout the near silent woods. There’s a slight chill in the night air. Chilly enough if I were still a Watcher my exposed skin would have goosebumps from it. The air is thick with the scent of decaying wood, dewy grass from the misting rain a few moments ago and the overgrown moss on the Bly Estate. An owl hoots somewhere behind me. I feel relaxed. At peace here. Centered. That is, until some asshole decided to light up a cigarette.
I open my eyes and glare at the fledgling Sabbat that cracked open a metal Zippo lighter, lighting up some awful smelling cheap brand of cigarette about two hundred yards away from my position in the woods. There’s four of them guarding the back entrance to Bly Manor armed with semi-automatics.
