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2024-10-29 19:42:56“This is another sad morning for Crimson Stone,” a sharply dressed male presenter stood by the white screen. “Today, we mourn the people who got butchered inside the local pub last night. May their souls find peace.”
He continued in a stern voice, wearing a grim remorse, “Some of the survivors claimed that a suspicious man, about six feet tall, smiled at them with a crooked smile etched across his face. The police found no leads as to the whereabouts of this man. The residents are advised to—.&rdquo
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“Ahh! Fen, quick, get my shotgun upstairs!” dad screamed his highest note. “Lukas, it’s me! Please don’t kill me,” the dark figure spoke. “Geez, Argean. You could have knocked like a normal person.”
Under The Seeing Moon Stranger
I peered over the stairs as dad reached for the door. “Oh, hello there, neighbor!” a smartly dressed man in green had a plate of pastries in hand. “Mmm, they smell delicious. Are these for me?”
