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Sin
Category: Writing and Poetry
When we went in, we thought we'd be rich by the end of the night. Oh, how we were wrong. Things seemed fine until we went into the third room. Between the decaying corpses of man and the withering carrion, we knew we should've left. But the allure of all of our desires coming to fruition was too strong. When we found our goal, our fates were sealed. » Continue Reading