Something like apophenia and prophecy, orchestrated by scoundrels with the best intentions, or maybe what happens around the burning trash on those cold winter nights, rubbing hands together to keep warm, rolling bones between drags and swigs to stay sane. Soothing reassurance that you are not alone as the howling gets closer.
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