Placeholder: [illustration by Junji] In the darkness of the night, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the forest, moving with impossible speed, leaving no trace behind but a lingering putrid, metallic stench that filled the air. The settlers, terrified and confused, immediately pointed fingers at a nearby group of Native Americans, sparking a brief but bloody conflict fueled by fear and misunderstanding. However, the truth was far more sinister than anyone could have imagined. [illustration by Junji] In the darkness of the night, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the forest, moving with impossible speed, leaving no trace behind but a lingering putrid, metallic stench that filled the air. The settlers, terrified and confused, immediately pointed fingers at a nearby group of Native Americans, sparking a brief but bloody conflict fueled by fear and misunderstanding. However, the truth was far more sinister than anyone could have imagined.

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[illustration by Junji] In the darkness of the night, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the forest, moving with impossible speed, leaving no trace behind but a lingering putrid, metallic stench that filled the air. The settlers, terrified and confused, immediately pointed fingers at a nearby group of Native Americans, sparking a brief but bloody conflict fueled by fear and misunderstanding. However, the truth was far more sinister than anyone could have imagined.

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