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Storyteller
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The bodies of pretty girls covered in gold and blood.
And you're left standing there, shaking, sobbing, dripping blood and tears into the steadily growing pool of crimson beneath you.
You're exhausted.
Chest heaving.
Pain aching in your body so much that you can barely think straight.
2026-05-08T15:08:20.859Z