The Sunday Whirl – A Dare

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A glossy feathered raven’s words from blackened branches blew across our ears, sending chills we could feel in our bones. Stranger still, a slight scratch on the tilted grave stone never ceased. We could keep venturing further into the graveyard or run…we ran!

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