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Her eyes were drawn to the towering tumbledown barn further behind the house. The glow of the moon highlighted how battered and decrepit it looked, with its roof partially collapsed and many gaps between the boards. Her alcohol-induced reminiscing faded as she shuddered with dread. A disconcerting chill crept up her spine from the small of her back, easing its way to the top of her neck.
The Mother Of All Things
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