A few strands of whitish silver hair reflected in the mirror. Quietly the chimes called a visitor.
The way was unclear mixed with surprise and sometimes horror.
But nonetheless.
Your feet carried you forward.
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A few strands of whitish silver hair reflected in the mirror. Quietly the chimes called a visitor.
The way was unclear mixed with surprise and sometimes horror.
But nonetheless.
Your feet carried you forward.
It all stared with a simple visit. A visit that was supposed to kill you. That night you were left with a strange mark on your chest, and that night your life changed.
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