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The killer is in a hidden room where he rests, Outside false faces are woven to meet the needs of normality. But when he awakens they descend like petals and they blossom in blood, will he feed on your nectar or will you be the flower that wilts in decay.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
The Hidden Room
The killer is in a hidden room where he rests, Outside false faces are woven to meet the needs of normality. But when he awakens they descend like petals and they blossom in blood, will he feed on your nectar or will you be the flower that wilts in decay.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
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