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“A cabin. Towering. Rotting. Its windows shattered like…” — Morbid at 27:51

Morbid Listener Tales 98: Witches!

“A cabin. Towering. Rotting. Its windows shattered like empty eyes. You write really well. I enter the house and the door closes behind me. A long hallway stretched before me. I can't speak. He can. He can speak? Oh, he can't speak.”

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