Ghostie
Can you survive until the end?
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Even now, years later and a world away, I couldn't forget the rhythmic crunching sound of gears masticating his body. I was only seven then, my hands too small, my cries too weak to stop the mechanical beast from laying claim to his life. The nightmare played out in my head until I fled that countryside hellhole for the concrete sanctuary of New York City.
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