The Masked Murderer

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Parts 5
Time 11m

Reads 159
Votes 5
Parts 5
Time 11m

Mature

Dearest readers,
As the clock ticks by each minute,
A bloody axe awaits you.
As you wait for your fate,
Bear in mind,
There's no escape,
And no return.All Rights Reserved

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