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Mar 22
There’s a room in the old house,
locked for many years.
No one speaks of it,
but sometimes,
you hear whispers through the walls.

The key is gone,
or so they say.
Yet, at night,
a soft click echoes in the dark.

Footsteps…
A creak of the floor…
Then silence.

What lies behind that door?
No one knows.
And no one dares to find out
Written by
Mary Huxley  F/Krypton
(F/Krypton)   
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