Category: Christmas Sandwiches
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REVIEW: The Offering by Shadow Stop
I awoke somewhere else. The floor was folded paper, corridors stretching endlessly, walls lined with napkins pinned like sacred texts. Each bore stains — cranberry blotches, gravy smears, grease halos — forming glyphs I could not read. The air was heavy, thick with judgment. At the center stood a figure. Its cloak rustled with endless…
Mr Gimpson 