The bough of death drones on.
With drones swirling about it as if a swarm of motorized black birds.
Get your shot gun kiddies, its hunting time.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
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