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TheySee his mouth. His tiny teeth they gnash and bite. his fingers pull, twist and claw, beneath the wooden floor boards.They
When the clock strikes twelve, his brethren gather. stomp their feet and wail. Their tiny teeth gnash
and bite.
See his hands, shrunken fingers splayed. His skin
thin like paper wisps. "Eat the children!" the elder chants
Their teeth, their teeth.
by ~FadedMemento
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