The Tower
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Last published Wed, Mar 23, 2016
Deep in the woods, where silence fills the air, a sweet voice can be herd singing beautiful melodies. But don't be fooled by this innocent act, as when you follow the voice, what you get is far from sweet. She beacons you to her tower and draws you in with her golden, silky hair that even the strongest wiled men can not resist. She pulls you up to her room, atop the tower, where you are never seen again.
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