The Legend of the Crooked Man
Something in these hills, something haunted, evil smells like death. How do you know that? Things called the dark. Things heard tales about him all my life. Most just called him the Crooked Man. We’ve got company. ‘Oh your friends. Hey, we all going to die.’
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| The Mystery of the Dark Hills | John Doe |
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