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It was a silent night, as if the creatures knew that there was danger in the woods, even the wind was quiet.  The hunter, a master at his craft, made his way through the forest.  Not a twig snapped or was a sound made by his skilled footfalls.  It was in the utter silence and darkness of the night of the hunter, the night of the year that was the longest and with a new moon the darkest, that the hunter expertly pulled taunt his bow.  Taking deep breaths to remain steady, he took aim, and loosed his arrow.  So perfect was the shot that the dear fell to the ground with not a sound.  As Brett walked to his prize he felt the thrill of the kill ra