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Men in hoods

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Men in the hoods It was a warm dampy night in the beginning of august. I was on my way to the cemetery. The sun was on the way down and the little village that I now lived in was in a strange atmosphere without sun or moon. It was dusk. The cemetery was situated in west. My mother always said that it should be there, because the realm of death was located in that direction. She was always busy ...