THE AUTHORING AUCTIONEER

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They are trinket-like creatures, disguising their true and hellish nature within cutesy forms such as cowboy boots, antique cars, historical busts, and fluffy animals. Their scents are overpowering, for within their bodies lies not blood, but an eau de cologne sprung from the very depths of hell. They lurk in attics, in basements, huddled together in cardboard boxes in which their loathsome aromas amass like an army of doom that will charge upon any unsuspecting victim who happens to open their long forgotten crypt.