She was gathering quite a crowd in her newfound popularity, and the phenomenon was so apparent she could almost form her own harem of young boys. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. Anna looked at her curiously, and with sinking heart. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner.
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