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The creak of the old workshop door chilled my blood.
I entered cautiously, clutching my wooden sword.
The smell of wood shavings remained intact, but something sinister permeated the air.
Suddenly, I heard a rustling behind me.
I spun around, wielding my weapon, just as a dark silhouette lunged at me.
We rolled on the ground in a fierce struggle. I caught a glimpse of its bloodshot eyes before its claw clawed at my face.
A piercing scream came from my throat.
I woke up drenched in sweat, clutching the hammer grandfather had given me. It had only been a nightmare...or had it?
