Somethings wrong with our bodies (an inanimate insanity horror fanfic)
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It started with the nosebleeds, a bright scarlet rivulet running down your face constantly day in and day out.
Then the nightly amputations. Contestants waking up in the morning, stumbling up and realizing a cherished body part missing each mark prepared with surgeon level precision
Then... well your going to have to read to find out
(Please ignore the cover I'm changing it later once I come up with cover art)
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