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		<title>The Disappearance</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2025 15:10:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When mountain man Rowan Berry vanishes during a punishing snowstorm, his friends brave the wilderness to find him—only to confront a force far older and more malevolent than they ever imagined. Their search leads them to the rotting remains of the Old Milton Place, a home steeped in rumors of dark magic and unspeakable crimes. As the storm rages, the line between myth and reality shatters, forcing them to fight not just for Rowan’s life, but for their own souls. An atmospheric descent into Appalachian horror, The Disappearance explores the chilling cost of confronting evil that refuses to die.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dämonen Münze</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2025 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Alvin Boone thought he could leave his past behind when he enlisted in the war, but fate had other plans. A brutal father, a home filled with fear—none of it prepared him for what he would find on the battlefield. Buried beneath an ancient ruin, something dark waited for him, something that would cling to him long after the war ended. Years later, back in Illinois, Alvin tries to build a new life, but the whispers never stop. The coin in his pocket pulses with an unnatural heat, feeding his rage, guiding his hand. The killings begin as accidents. Then as justice. Then as pleasure. As the body count rises, Alvin realizes he was never truly free—he’s been following someone else’s orders all along.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Straight On Til Mourning</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 02:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Investigative journalist Flora Sampson has unraveled many mysteries in her career, but none as strange as James Hawkins. His past is a puzzle—missing records, contradictory accounts, and an unsettling familiarity with stories best left in childhood. As she presses for answers, Hawkins reveals an unbelievable truth about who he is and the horrors he has endured. But as the night unfolds, Flora realizes that knowing the truth is not the same as escaping it. A dark, haunting reimagining of a classic legend, this story will leave you questioning what truly lurks behind the tales we tell children.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Her Tongue Too Long</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2020 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In places where the very old traditions still hold, August is known as “the ghost month.” Hungry ghosts are said to roam the streets and hillsides, especially at night and especially when things are quiet. Some say that hungry ghosts are created when someone innocent...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Someone Darke</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2020 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the room over his London shop, Darke methodically counted the copper, silver and most especially the gold coins that had poured in during the day. The feel of the cold and beautiful metal in his long, wispy fingers was always comforting to him. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Song and Dance Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2020 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the small town of Belle Carne, nothing ever happens—until the autumn night a strange man arrives with a fiddle, a smile too wide, and a promise of free music. Drawn by curiosity, the townsfolk gather beneath the glow of a yellow tent, eager to dance away the monotony of their lives. But as the bow begins to glide and the melody takes hold, the dance turns into something far darker. By the time the music stops, Belle Carne will never be the same again. A haunting blend of nostalgia, folklore, and horror, The Song and Dance Man asks one unforgettable question: what would you give to keep dancing when the music won’t let you stop?]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Quest</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2017 06:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grynnwald grabbed his son by his beaten breastplate and shook the hysterical young man, slamming him against a massive oak tree, nearly unleashing the chest-piece in the process. “Haurik!” he screamed desperately trying to break through the panic.  “Compose yourself!”  It took a moment for...]]></description>
		
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