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It was impossibly tall and rail-thin. Atop a crumbling head sat a crown of silver with flickering fiery agates. Its robes were festive in a way only something very old could imagine. It was the Birthday King and he was bringing his gift.
Timmy, age 6, shat himself in fear.
AC Cross
Q. #3: Finish the prompt:
"The birthday candles glowed in the dark. From the shadows emerged a shape."
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Remember, no promos until the outro!
