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... an, waiting near their carriage, turned their attention to the run-down building.

Terrible cries continued to ring out from inside. The man quickly deduced that the voice belonged to the old woman they encountered every time they came to this place.

“What’s going on?” the woman asked, her voice tense.

She was a middle-aged woman, her face thick with makeup to hide the wrinkles of age. Her eyes, lined with concern, were fixed on the decrepit building.

The screams w ...

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