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Somewhere, deep in the dark woods the horn sounds. Herne is on his way. And he demands a hunt. If your offerings do not satisfy him, your flesh will be taken from you. Your order, clad in cloaks, sworn to silence as you live each day in fear of the hunt the night brings, lives deep within the forest. Every day you gather offerings to the great horned Herne the Hunter, and every night the hunt begi…
