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  • Behind You by cuphead_central
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    . . . Fear..Anxiety..Paranoia... ...Even though they're all worse than the other, is it possible to feel all three at the same time? Is someone watching? Is something there? ... ...Can you see them? ....Can you escape them? Or are you just going crazy? Are you seeing things? Is it your imagination? ...Or are you really in danger? ....Will it ever end...? ...Whatever you do, don't forget to be cautious... ..And look behind you.
  • Court Of Embers: Starfall by GABRIELLESIMJIAEN
    GABRIELLESIMJIAEN
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    The humans of the republic have waged war against the witches, believing them to be the source of the possessions and murders. People found out to be witches are burnt at the stake and executed. Are they not? The war has gone on for 5 years. Milos is 20 now, 5 years since his sister, the princess, died and he was locked away. His twin brother returns from the war to inform him that they are the last surviving witches of the northern kingdom of Zvezda, everyone else is dead. He thinks he finally has a chance to live, maybe they could go somewhere where the republic could never find them. But Casmire wants to kill them all, just like how the humans had done to them. He'd rather not. He'd rather be far away from all this. . . . How foolish to think he could ever have anything good. He doesn't deserve it anyway. (Cross posted on ao3)
  • Brittle Bones by ImLovelyYoda
    ImLovelyYoda
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    "Fear can go deeper then flesh, it can go to the bone."
  • Did the moon always have So many holes? by Copper_1312
    Copper_1312
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    Life was basically perfect. Nights were like golden black pools. Days were like lilac flowers. Then they looked at the moon.