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The hole feels empty, like nothing was ever there, like a hole in reality
There's blood on the floor, coating the base of the hole, leading a trail
The trail leads to a hall way that has a door at the end, blood on the nob
The smell of dead roses gets stronger, as you went to it, but the cold air
Gets more harsh as it passes by, causeing a cold rush to run threw the skin.
More suffocating smells follow in the scent, as you reach the door nob,
The nob to the door is as cold as ice, it stings your skin when you hold it.

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