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She clicked the locket shut. “And this…” dreamtales comics
Leo’s hand was empty. But his mind wasn’t. He could still feel the grey drizzle. He could still hear the single, warped note. And in the corner of his vision, just for a second, he saw a porcelain mask smiling from the reflection in a dusty mirror. She let him choose a “safe” one: “The