I searched in the attic. I searched behind the great door. I searched on the rooftop. I searched under the floor. I searched everywhere to ask him of the tale he told. And then I found him lying , dead, silent, and cold.
Reason for writing:
sinister isn't it?
Birth sign: Not entered
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