“She leaned into the light, whispering her curse.”
Eight thousand…not eight!
Ha! The task master!
The shuffling is louder, closer. It steps from the shadows, it’s countenance so vile, filling the room with a putrid stench. lol
See? Good opening for a story!
Okay. I’ll work on this one and give you more this weekend.
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