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[And so as the third day of approaches, that sickly sweet smell comes to pass-replaced by the bitter odor of something much more ominous. As darkness falls, a message can be found scrawled out on a wall near the city's bulletin board. The ink, if you want to call it that, is still sticky. This might not be such a happy holiday after all.]



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