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BEYOND THE DOOR
Beyond the door, they wait.
Dripping blood will be your fate.
Walk through the doorway
To where The Dead play.
Their games continue through the night
Until the first ray of morning light.
Once you join their pack,
There’s no turning back.
A pale finger beckons to you.
Please hurry to find your way through.
The looking glass never appeared so fine.
Come to me, my darling, you’ll be mine.
THE DEAD GAME
