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***The Duskborn Covenant*** The woods breathed with an eerie stillness, the kind that gnawed at the edges of sanity. Through the mist, they emerged-a circle of white-robed figures adorned with grotesque rabbit masks. Their hollow, lifeless eyes peered from the darkness, and their elongated ears twisted unnaturally toward the heavens. They called themselves The Duskborn Covenant, a secretive cult that believed in the thinning veil between life and death, and their grotesque rituals sought to pierce it. The covenant gathered beneath the towering canopy of ancient, gnarled trees, where the ground was always damp, and the air smelled of decay. In the center of the circle stood their high priestess, draped in a robe slightly stained with earth and blood, her mask a snarling hybrid of predator and prey. Her long hair spilled from beneath her mask, giving her the appearance of something feral. She held an old tome bound in human skin, its edges worn from centuries of handling. Tonight, the cult performed The Offering of Shadows, a ritual as old as the woods themselves. At the edge of the circle stood a trembling figure, a child of no more than twelve, their hands bound with coarse rope, their eyes wide with terror. The Duskborn believed that only the purity of youth could summon the "Shadowkin," entities from beyond the veil that could grant visions of forbidden knowledge. They were collectors of whispers from the void-whispers they used to influence townsfolk and lure others into their fold. The priestess began to chant in a language long forgotten, her voice low and guttural, rising in cadence like a crescendo of despair. The others joined in, their words in perfect unison, creating a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The child fell to their knees, tears streaming down their face as the cult encircled them, the masks leering down like monstrous judges. As the ritual reached its peak, the priestess raised a dagger forged from black iron, its blade etched with runes that seemed to writhe under the dim moonlight. The other cultists swayed, their movements jerky and unnatural, like marionettes controlled by an unseen puppeteer. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath as the priestess plunged the dagger into the soil beside the child. A low rumble echoed through the woods, and the air turned frigid. From the ground where the dagger struck, tendrils of black smoke began to rise, twisting and coiling like serpents. The cult fell silent, their masks turned toward the writhing shadows that now formed the outline of a tall, ghastly figure. Its body was insubstantial, shifting between shapes-a skeletal frame, a hulking beast, a man with hollow eyes and no mouth. The Shadowkin had arrived. The child screamed, but their voice was swallowed by the entity's presence. The cultists whispered in reverence, their hands reaching out as though to touch the spectral form. The Shadowkin began to speak-not with words, but with thoughts that pierced the mind like jagged shards of glass. It delivered riddles, prophecies, and dark truths that the cultists would inscribe into their grim tome. When the Shadowkin finished, the priestess turned to the child, whose body was now lifeless, the color drained from their skin. The creature had taken its toll, as it always did. The cultists moved in eerie silence, their hands methodically placing the child's body into a shallow grave marked only with a crude wooden effigy-a faceless rabbit, a symbol of the Covenant's devotion to the void. As the mist thickened, the cultists retreated into the woods, their robes dragging through the damp leaves, leaving the grave to sink into the earth like so many before it. The townsfolk would never know what had become of the child, only that the woods were not a place for the curious or the innocent. The Duskborn Covenant would return when the veil thinned once more, their masks and rituals ever waiting to summon what lay beyond, their humanity long since sacrificed to the shadows they worshiped.

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