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October, 2023. In the heart of Roseway Cemetery, beneath the pallid light of a harvest moon, a coven of witches has gathered for a Samhain ritual unlike any other. The air is crisp with autumn's chill, and the cemetery, though quiet by day, now thrums with a palpable energy as shadows dance in the moonlight.
The coven’s high priestess, adorned in a robe of deep crimson and a silver circlet upon her brow, stands with her arms raised toward the moon. Her eyes are closed in concentration, and she leads the chant with a voice that carries an authority steeped in ancient wisdom. Her movements are precise and deliberate, each gesture a part of the intricate ritual designed to breach the veil between the living and the dead.
The cemetery’s atmosphere grows heavier, charged with an electric sense of anticipation. The grave markers, silent witnesses to the night’s events, seem to tremble as if stirred by a spectral breeze. The air is thick with the scent of burning sage and the pungent aroma of incense.
The witches stand in awe, their faces illuminated by the ghostly figures. Their ritual, a bridge between the world of the living and the dead, has succeeded. Yet, as the spirits of the Roseway Freakshow