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Devil's ChildOld decaying oak trees lined the forest trail, their dangling branches stretched outwards like claws ready to rip apart anyone that dared venture near.A little girl silently walked by. Her ruffled hair got caught in the stray branches as she ducked and went deeper into the woods. If there is anyone around, they will most probably think she's lost her mother. "Poor child" they'll coo. But this is the woods.The woods where every mother warned their children never to venture near.Devil's Child
Somewhere, something moved. Its eyes gleamed in the darkness as it followed her scent. As if on cue, the woods became enveloped in this eerie silence. The
Reflection
Hungry
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