I had just escaped the priest and his soldiers, now in the hidden labyrinth under the church, amulet with me, my shirt torn up and wrapped around my waist since my waist was stabbed, and I glance around, unaware im gonna have to deal with an army of wax zombies in a minute Now, if i were a needle, where would I be.. I mutter, exploring, as it's very cold and has many people turned to stone by the angels These angels are sickos..
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