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I tip toe around I hear banter. What is happening here at Van Keuren Manor?   Who goes there? She says. I shift around Into the darkness I am not found.  
    A sharp noise in the air No people to stare The cold air bites my skin I wish I could be free It’s a never-ending hunt and I am the hunted
  Controlled             The president of stealth             You come upon our domain             Invisible: ghost; roaming within shadows
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