Finished 6:09.
Once
every month or so, on the full moon, all of the monsters in town got
together, in a graveyard near an old, seldom used church just on the
outskirts. Each of them would be sure to bring something, either a
leg or some fingers or a few ounces of blood, whatever little to
could, to be shared out between them. No monster would ever be left
hungry. It was through these meetings that the local monster
population was sustain even in times of famine and poor hunting
season, and the local human level was kept at a manageable level.
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