The Lottery Spin Off

The Lottery Spin Off

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Horror
This is the story after The Lottery by Shirley Jackson ended. What will happen to the village? Will this kind of annual rite come to an end? What will happen to Tessie? Please give me your feedback in the comments! Credit Image: mathewbalanlay.wordpress.com
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