Brian clone

Brian clone

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The fog crept through Salem that October night, thick as wool and cold as death. Whispers echoed between wooden houses, carrying tales of witchcraft and vengeance. The moon, shrouded in mist, cast shadows that seemed to dance with malicious intent, while somewhere in the darkness, accusers sharpened their tongues.