Sickness


Painful, horrible, terrifying, sickness creeps, slinks, edges, and slips through the cracks. Possessing the body, spreading like wildfire. The Black hand of death creeps nearer. Writhing, twisting and struggling, the end seems to get nearer. Peace, calm, and quiet, all is well again.., or is it?

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