Alice, Exhumed
The hole you fall into is merely six feet circumnavigated by a worm. It burrows inside on the lunar eclipse towards a maiden unable to squirm. It whispers, through viewing window, a tale which rings in an ear like the bell attached to your ring finger with string. The exhale excavated precurses a scream, dispatched violently from your truncated dr…
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