):1SHE KEEPS TALKING. SHE KNOWS MY NAME, MY FACE. THE SUN IS OUT AND YET SHE STILL STANDS THERE, TALKING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW. NO ONE I'VE CALLED BELIEVES ME. I FEEL SO ALONE. WHY HERE. WHY NOW? IS THIS SOME KIND OF GAME TO HER? HER EYES GLOW WHITE, UNLIKE ANY TROLL I HAVE SEEN. SHE HAS NO HORNS TO BE SEEN. WHAT IS SHE?
Kult: +2
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