“I should have guessed it was you,
Bill,” she sighed. “All the letters, the secret notes….” She smiled. “But for a
moment there, I thought I was really being stalked!”
Story 134:
The sliver of moon hung darkly
over the gloomy forest, illuminating only the old castle and the pale
silhouette of the specter of the young girl within as she leaned gently over
the form of her sleeping brother, murmuring, “Don’t mourn for me, Rothchild;
you’ll be with me soon.”
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