“Y’boys seem mighty wound up. Yessiry.” The voice continues, the burning embers of a cigar presumably burning in the light. As Sunjata moves to leave, Loren demanding nervously that he does, the voice laughs. “Y’boys aint’ from around here ain’t ye? Can tell by yer accents. Not all wot creeps around in the dark be monsters, boys. No need ter fear.”
Ohhh but they do. They do.
Ohhh but they do. They do.
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