19B - The Sandstorm
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"I do not know if this is even night Vale. I Hope this microphone works Am I in hell? Dana Dana, can you hear me?" "There is a low buzz and deep hum that might be my own heart ready to tear itself from my chest in horror or grief," he writes. 'His eyes are black as obsidian and his smile No It is not a smile He must be wicked this man Dear'"
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