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The venom

That was a stormy winter evening and I was enjoying hospitality of a strange host in a small village, surrounded by sky-kissing mountains from all sides. Screaming wind was hitting the broken windows letting the chilly air inside the hut. The clutter of the lose-hinged door was enough to freeze blood in my veins. Hoos of stranded owls outside in the wood pierced through my ears, creating ripples of fear in my already fainting heart. The fireplace in the corner was dimly aflame with hay wood which sprinkled burning meteors on its sides after intervals.