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Death is something that Maylynn had experienced her whole life. She was stolen in a family at the age of a infant. She grew up being held captive in a home, told that leaving the house was dangerous. Told the world was dangerous. Every night she had to return to her witch was cold and dim. Every night when the sun went down she would look out her window to see silhouettes in the dark. She could see how people where murdered. She grew up like that till one day she took a stand and decided to leave the familiar eerie home. Now on the run with her captures on her heels. She's on a mission to figure out exactly what is going on and the truth about to murders she sees every night.
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