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Oh Mummy, bound in tired, Lavish papyrus, Glorified mummy Upon your shroud, Forgive your descendants, More learned than devoted, For such mistreatment Of your frail figure.
come in! take a seat! so glad to meet you— yes, down to business. here’s what we do. you surely know it’s long been thought by those who…
There is a string round my smallest finger, red as blood, thin as a hair and tied with a lopsided bow. One of the ends trails away off…
Evil is as Evil does—the night grows cold, grows close about you. Evil is as you may do—a shadow hides your screams and laughs. Your laugh? Its laughter?…
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