There is a folk song: at twelve o'clock at midnight, a red wedding dress, a whip of thorns, and the wicked deserve it! So at twelve o'clock every night, people would die in that alley. Someone saw a woman wearing a red wedding dress, but her face could not be seen.
The origin of everything started from her...
The sky was overcast. It had just rained for a few days. The ground was full of puddles. There was no fresh air after the rain. Even the rainbow did not appear. The dark clouds dispersed and there was no
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