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"Voor mijn geliefde dochter, voor altijd."
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by Rune Morose
1400 words, 12 comments,
on Apr 1 9:40 PM. In Adult, Clowns, Dark, Erotica, Fiction, Humor, Other, Romance, Weird
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An Absolutely Apt Appellation!
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The Bay of Towers (NE corner of the map)
(Hope this one helps get more entrants for the contest!)
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by Rune Morose
6600 words, 15 comments,
on Jun 8 11:42 AM 2007. In Crime, Dark, Death, Fiction, Horror, Murder, Other, Pain, Short story, Tragedy
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