the feeling of dread is back hope is giving up on me cos we aint best friends
its pretty much obvious now i gotta be its friend but how?
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Of manipulative minds, higher-order thinking, purveyors of believable lies.
im not saying anything; sworn to secrecy.
take it as a privilege; everything here you see
"and the seventh room was hung with tapestries of black velvet. However, here the stained-glass between the room and the corridor was scarlet instead of black.
Into the seventh room, the black one with the scarlet window, the fire projected blood-red light that was ghastly to behold.
The masqueraders were reluctant to enter this room. Adding to the foreboding atmosphere of the room was an ebony pendulum clock that tolled the hour with a deep
chime that echoed through the winding hallways and unnerved all the guests. But no one enters the seventh room."
