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As the light of summer wanes and the dark half of the year begins, they emerge. Their wicked smiles appear overnight at every door, and with flickering eyes, they watch. They grin and grimace into the night like crude effigies to ancient powers long fallen, but not forgotten. And in silent chorus, they seem to say:

"Long live the Pumpkin King."

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