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It's not the sounds of the forest creatures, the pitch black nights drenched in insect calls or the creaking trees that scare me. It's the silence of said pitch black nights.
You never forget your first Ewok hunt. Nor do you forget those bright, glowing yellow eyes in the mist.
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