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You go through the South door, slamming it shut behind you and gape at what is before you…
On a childrens table, in the middle of the room, sit a copper furred wolf, in its mouth dangles the squirming body of a little girl, dress in a princess dress.
“Help me!” the child chirps, gasping for life.
The wolf’s yellow eyes glow sharply at you. Amidst the room lies the ruined remains of… a tea party, gone bad... And limbs of… previously eaten little princesses? Oh, God!
What do you do?
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