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I started to scratch at my ears to block out the pain, a bit too hard I think, for a drip of blood splattered on my Father’s sheets, that, I am very surprised to say, was the thing that had awoken him, not the sound of nails on a chalk board, but the softest whisper of spilt blood. based on the out of your realm challenge set by timeturner.
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