They are coming.
The birds are flocking.
The sea is churning.
The waves are thrashing.
The Dead are coming.
Take shelter.
Before it’s too late.
The Dead take no prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
They are coming.
The birds are flocking.
The sea is churning.
The waves are thrashing.
The Dead are coming.
Take shelter.
Before it’s too late.
The Dead take no prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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