the sleuth watched from upstairs,a hidden alcove giving them adiscreet viewpoint as a minor act of defenestrationwas committed.the smartphone landed withbarely a sound. gritting their teeth against triskaidekaphobiathey made their way down the thirteen stairs running into the matriarch of the house,an agelast with a blank gaze. she sighed, must you continue this dolor on my home?the sleuth …
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