The streets were aglow with jack o’lanterns and crooked orange-purple string lights. Decorations of all sorts hung from every awning and window. A late autumn breeze drifted through the village, swirling the fallen auburn leaves in its grasp. It was the thirty-first of October, Halloween.
Four orkii trotted merrily along the cobblestone path, pillowcases and plastic pumpkin-shaped buckets in hand.
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