Darker then Death
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Last published Sat, Sep 12, 2015
“Death… Your signing my death warrant if you leave me. Death is real… and it hurts! Save me!” She screamed one last time before the others heard the Unmistakeable crunch of bone and tear of flesh as the jaws sliced through her shoulder-blade like a knife through warm butter.
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