Beatrice Beecham's Cryptic Crypt
Open the doors and put them down like the sick dogs they have become!
The troop activated the firing mechanisms on their weapons, the corridor alive with pops and clicks, faces blanched with rapture and ignorance. Marcus smiled as the kids stood outside the hall doors, waiting for their comrades inside to let them in so they may fulfil their devout, yet despicable, duty.
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The Albatross was tousled upon the raging ocean, its prow lifting high into the air and then slamming down into the water, a fan of spray rising before being whipped away by the gale.
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