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Rusted Buckets
It’s floor was covered with ashes. The trees burnt, and cracked. They fell every few seconds, but that wasn’t what scared Black the most. It was the rotting flesh of the deceased, the cold that overwhelmed him every time he blinked. It was seeing the dead in front of him, hearing their deaths through his senses. Banner by Chica |
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