Renoutofspite

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“The . . . the . . . the owl.” Tasha’s one visible eye rolls back until only the white part is showing. Her breathing becomes shallow. “The owl,” I repeat.
Renoutofspite
Making a prediction now that the owner is sacrificing them to the owl and is apart of the cult
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