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I write like
Bram Stoker
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I must admit I was feeling rather uninspired when I filled in the text box so it's not my best work, but if you're curious as to what gave that result here it is:
On the edge of the pine forest by the shores of the great lake lay nestled the tiny hamlet of Bridgetown. In the days before the king , Bridgetown was plagued by brigands and thieves who hid in the forest and the hills beyond it but now the roads were clear and for the most part safe.
And so it came to pass that Bridgetown grew and prospered and its people grew fat, happy and complacent. They stopped sending patrols into the forest so they didn't notice when it grew dark and overgrown. They thought nothing when the mists that rose from the lake became thicker and more frequent, nor did it capture their attention when those mists began to darken and fill the town with menacing shadows and eerie half-light.
Then the riders came. That day, everything changed.