Something devassting just happenned. Just an hour ago, when walking Harold, I was approached by an old man in a black trench coat. He stuck out his hand as if I should shake it, so I did. As I did, he whispereed something in my ear.. He whipsered.. "Witches shall die!" ....... I heard a noise, turned around, and with a second look, he vanished into
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