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TWISTED LABYRINTH [VOLUME 1]
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    Time 53m
Ongoing, First published May 12, 2022
{A collection of WhiteCrystalique's short dark and terrifying stories.}


A labyrinth is defined as an intricate combination of paths or passages in which it is difficult to find one's way or reach the exit. As we dwell to dark and terrifying stories, new doors will open and new universe will be manifested upon entering that twisted door of uncertainty and paradox.


"There I stood frozen, barely spoken, heart beating at the edge of my ears, as the clinging, clicking screams underneath crawled, digging down my skin. A thousand voices lured me into the deep, dark labyrinth, held me captive and astonished as we dive deeper into that path deeper than my thoughts can dwell, deep into the abyss too miserable and twisted beyond one can dare to tell."


TWISTED LABYRINTH
Written by WhiteCrystalique
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