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An Invitation She stepped down from the carriage; the time was getting closer to midnight by the second. The invite she held in her hand was written in crimson ink.” Who was it from?” she wondered as she continued reading. "Join me at midnight for this a special night, tonight the masquerade ball. Meet me on the steps outside Westmall Hall. A carriage will be waiting." She was...
Added 19 Oct 2011 | Category Supernatural
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