In the medieval village of Eldwyn, nestled between dark, whispering forests and jagged mountains, an ancient horror stirred. As dusk crept across the land, casting long shadows upon the thatched roofs, a palpable fear took hold of every soul. They spoke in hushed tones of the Shadowed Claw, a monstrous entity birthed from the darkest corners of night.
The creature, they said, was a towering mass of darkness, a shadow with no source, a form that defied the logic of light. It had claws that could cleave through the sturdiest oak, leaving no mark as if the air itself had been torn asunder. None had seen it and lived, for to touch the Shadowed Claw was to have life's warmth snuffed out, an icy, ethereal grip that stilled the heart.
On the night of the red moon, the village's seer, a blind crone, trembled as the air grew thick with the scent of impending doom. "It comes," she whispered, "The Ebon Wraith seeks the warmth of life."
Knights, clad in enchanted armor, drew swords of gleaming steel and silver, forming a circle around the village, a shield of metal and courage. Yet, as the entity descended upon them, their weapons passed through it, useless against a foe that was less than air yet more than darkness.
It moved like a gust of wind, swift and silent, leaving lifeless bodies in its wake. Its touch was death, a lethal caress that stilled the breath of any creature it willed. The knights fell, one by one, their bravery a mute point against the unassailable shadow.
Only the crone remained, her sightless eyes seeing what others could not. With a voice that echoed a forgotten power, she spoke ancient words, a binding hymn to contain the uncontainable. The Shadowed Claw halted, an unearthly howl tearing through the night as the words shackled its form.
The entity writhed, fighting an invisible cage, as the crone's voice grew fainter with each verse. With her last breath, she sealed the creature in a prison of light, sacrificing herself to bind the darkness. The Shadowed Claw was contained, but at a grave cost.
The village of Eldwyn was saved, yet the fear remained. They knew the Shadowed Claw was not vanquished, merely held by the crone's dying will. And in the dark, when children dared not glance at the creeping shadows, they remembered the lethal touch of the Ebon Wraith, forever lurking, waiting for the hymn to falter.
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• 100% organic ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight: 5.3 oz./yd.² (180 g/m²)
• Single jersey
• Medium fit
• Set-in sleeves
• 1 × 1 rib at collar
• Wide double-needle topstitch on the sleeves and bottom hems
• Self-fabric neck tape (inside, back of the neck)
• Blank product sourced from Bangladesh
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