The orphanage

The orphanage

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Help me. I live in the private orphanage in town. Strange things happen at night. Some kids disappear. Go to bed one night and never come down for breakfast. Sometimes we will see scratch marks on the wooden floors and if stare to long Madame Caedes or Madame Gladium will set us aside, giving us more work, more punishment, less food. These are things to be given when let off easy. I've only been in serious trouble once, and it was horrific. The town doesn't know, the bodies of the missing kids never turn up, the floors are quickly replaced and old floor boards are burnt. We say thank you for the warmth and never question her. Please help. I am begging you. Please. My best friend went missing last night. Please help. I need to know if she's alive.
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