Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
These are the woes of Slaves;They glare from the abyss;They cry, from unknown graves,"We are the Witnesses!
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These are the woes of Slaves;They glare from the abyss;They cry, from unknown graves,"We are the Witnesses!
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