Silence. She was hard at work in the hotel her mother owned. Alone. Haunted. As if. She was going to answer the phone, a choking feeling around her throat, a shove towards the banister of the stairs..
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The family's grandfather clock had been her companion for 80 years, from childhood to dementia, its sound a reassuring, calming presence. But it stopped with her heart, as if it had always known.
~~~~ Just another victim of the ambient morality ~~~~
I walked slowly east past Varrock. I carry on down the twisting road. I approach a monolithic manor house, an old asylum, I see Gilly Willickers, he Swings with a DDS Strike! I lay poisoned dying. RIP
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Son oeil fou m'observe, cet amas de chair et d'os aux mouvements que seul un fou peut imaginer va me dévorer. Alors qu'une lune de sang c'est levée, l'horreur des terres sauvage viens pour m'achever.
Dawn, inside the Dimension of Disaster, there was haunting screeches of souls being harvested along side the agony of pure detrimental torture. I thought it was okay, until I tried opening my eyes.
Trick or treat! Usually, treat; devouring the treats which came to my door was becoming a bit boring though. Children had such little to offer. This year, trick. Trick, to lure in the parents & learn.
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