They went out walking on a perfect autumn night. The sky was clear, and the weather was still warm. The air carried a hint of bonfires and fallen leaves on the soft breeze.
He looked up and marveled at the harvest moon, hanging huge and golden in the black sky.
“Isn’t it beautiful,” he asked her. And she nodded but frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Wasn’t it the new moon last night?” He looked back up at the object in the sky. She was right. And whatever it was, it was getting bigger at an alarming rate.
“That’s no moon,” she whispered.

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