Рет қаралды 375
Dusk is almost at hand, the villagers are scrambling for the safety of their hovels. Dark grey clouds gather in the distance, and with them come the howls, unspeakable horrors that chill the blood in your veins. Today, of all days, is different; you decide you will lead the village come night. You will survive the onslaught.
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I’m Not What I Thought by Darren Curtis
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