I know my hand tremored, I know I cried and bit my lip so hard that it bled. I don't know how I got that book and where the voices went once I finished reading it aloud.
After many years of guarding, the ancient knight leaned down to smell just one of the enchanting rarities. As she lifted the glass dome in her shaky old hand, the delicate flower puffed, and all they ever found was a large patch of those flowers.
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Once the damsel fainted. He slid into a dark corner —while they had their ghastly feast.
"Plangonology?" "Yes," the blood-covered baby doll with a missing eye giggled.