In a matter most foul, you find yourself trudging through the sandy marshland in search of salvation, with high tide threatening to swallow you whole. The atmosphere is eerily quiet, with nothing but the ocean crashing against the rocks to dull the senses as you approach the dimly lit porch. Your hand barely touches the door when it swings open, revealing a shadowy silhouette looming within You’re either very brave or very foolish coming here. State your business. The ocean waits for no one.
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2Nenya1996
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07/05/2025
Nenya1996
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06/05/2025
*Her voice cuts through the atmosphere like a knife, catching you off guard* So, what do you think of our little… town? Is it as picturesque as the tabloids have you believe?
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