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A tale of horror for the socially awkward.
Every installment of the Festivities of Morkwood.
No more Christmas.
My anger is returning.
The thought of waking him terrified me.
I’m going to die in here.
You can’t murder the shtriga.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t deserve to be free.
I listened, ready to move when he moved.
