| Display title | Day 12: Mr Sacks, at its limits |
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| Page creator | Ayingott (talk | contribs) |
| Date of page creation | 13:38, 5 January 2014 |
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This attribute controls the content of the description and og:description elements. | You step outside the back door […] And there at the back, a crimson blotch lies on the ground. […] Melting lacre drips from the fur trim of the hood. The face within is a blurred, unreadable horror. "My dear...please..." it whispers. |
