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A Twisted Satyr

A Twisted Satyr

I was either losing my mind or something was haunting me. 


From the fact that I hadn't seen Alex in daylight for nearly three days to the fact that there was something wrong with my wine.


It had all began with those tracks in the snow. Tracks I couldn't account for anymore than the fact that my hair was turning red. 

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