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The Lady in White

There is a place called Crimson Peak.
A house where no one dares to speak.
Behind those fabled walls
Lives a silent feeble call.
Who weeps a simple plea
While taking lives as a victory fee.
Each night a new victim’s cries do shrieks,
but the townspeople know better than to seek
The Woman, who wanders within those halls. Continue reading “The Lady in White”

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