(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

indleskin. Waves wash their languors against the beach and wet my boots.
I do not like it when my boots are wet.
Blue dress blown on the winds. Silken gown like waves and hair pale as the
clouds. Skin ivory white and on the beach she dwell, cold hands that reach
heaven from hell.
I can feel her coming.
I am afraid.
Wind blowing blue gown. Pearl white woman, dead pale like fishbelly skin.
She is coming.
I unlock the door and descend, the song of the fish behind me.
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It is under the hangman's noose that I danced the hempen jig. Now I am the
one tonight.
The voice breaks the silence, cold and wretched and crackling like rolling
gravel.
"You dream again? Again! Again!"
The door clicks and locks behind me. There is the vague sense of being
trapped, unseen eyes staring at me from behind no matter how I turn. My
fingers itch to claw at the walls, the screams seize up in my throat. My legs
are frozen, leaden, still as stone.
Calm down. Calm down.
The only way to escape would be to let it take me. My body felt strangely
light and airy as I let myself go, like I've lost control of it. The winds will blow
me where they will.
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Valiant intruder shell-breaker wall-piercer. The walls curl in around me, twist
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