The moon hung low, casting ghostly shadows over the quiet fields of Cedar Valley. It was a crisp autumn night, and the air crackled with tension. In the sprawling cosmos above, stars twinkled like distant diamonds, unaware of the turmoil brewing on the Earth below. Old Eli Thompson, a rugged farmer with calloused hands, stood on the worn porch of his weather-beaten farmhouse, eyes scanning the horizon. The night felt different, charged with an electricity he couldn't quite explain, an instinct gnawing at him.
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