The Secret Library
THE GRISLY GLIMPSE…
of my other ideas!
THE _______ SHADOW…
… (an extract)… At the twelfth strike, the sound of the bell is swallowed by the vast, empty expanse of the sea. There is a sharp, muffled scuffle, a splash that the phosphorescent waves quickly erase, and then silence…
Twelve crimson currents, but no sea in sight,
A dozen dark streams rushing through the night.
Born from a pen to freeze your main vein,
The second collection of terror and pain.
What am I?
At the last, there will be a comment box,
where you can answer!
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