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Witching Hour Out of the ground from where which he rest, out of the ground into the nights witching hour, the cold moist rain feeding his power, and his thoughts that were fading away. Now it was time seize what was his, revenge for his wife and his sweet little kids, the witching hour was upon him for the clock struck twelve. |
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