My heart wakens to the rhythm of the gallop. My faithful steed rears, leaping through perdition’s flame. How cold I find the earth, but yet how bright, even in the night. The jack-o-lanterns glare and grin at me from their porches, warding me off—but here’s one, sitting on a wall, its leering expression, its glowing eyes, perfect for my ride. Leaning down, I scoop it up. It rests on my shoulders, fitting perfectly.
“Ja!” I cry, flicking the reigns. My horse breaks into a run. A new night, a new hunt, and a new chance for a new head.
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