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Stories by DonguTales
MOON IN THE GRAVE
The moon reflects more than light.
Sometimes, it reflects the parts of us we buried long ago.
ROOM 204
At 2:17 a.m., something beneath the bed whispers in the narrator's exact voice: "Don't open the door.&qu...
BLOSSOM OF MAY
May only wanted a peaceful summer day.
Instead, a simple trip to the market leads her to an old gift shop and...