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🦎 +rep good player🦎
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🛡🛡🦎❤️⬛️🔥🔥🔥💀🤜🤜🤛🤛💀🔥🔥🔥⬛️❤️🦎🛡🛡
the bell on the clocktower just finished its last mournful toll, signaling that the time is 12:00 am
Violet however strolled across the field merrily, ambivilant towards the saddening tone of the night
her happiness was an unusual thing that would have onlookers agap with bewilderment and awe
for she had wondered upon the most curious thing
a book
but not just any book
a magical book
while walking home from her daily stroll through the cemetary
(and yes the usual time is also half past 11:00, 11:00 PM to be pickish)
while walking past the gravestone chisled with the name Nicholas V. Mandirious
...
To be Continued...