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The distant/ancient/shadowy peaks of the Carpathian Mountains loomed against the fierce/crimson/bloody hues of a full/lunar/blood-soaked moon. Its pale/ghastly/unholy light cast long/sinister/dancing shadows across the picturesque/windswept/haunted Transylvanian landscape/village/valley. A chill/misty/heavy air hung in the still/silent/eerie night,