Northwesterly winds swept up sand and gravel, lashing against the collapsed earthen walls of the abandoned kiln site and producing a howling sound like weeping ghosts.
The midnight hour had passed, and the bleak moonlight barely pierced the heavy clouds, casting a grim, ghostly gray-white over this desolate dead zone.
Several massive, broken kilns stood in silence like the skeletal remains of ancient beasts. Their dark, gaping mouths loomed like abyssal jaws waiting to swallow the unwary.
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