The Well - Part 3

I threw some tube down,
In the moss-covered well.
I knew it would come back,
That I can tell.

Cultists climbed up the rope,
Out of the very well.
And knocked on my door,
To come inside as a shelter.

Feasting much inside,
I saw their daggers
In the cold night.



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The Well - Part 3

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