PREVIEW
... ckle.
A deafening silence flowed through the living room. Amidst the silence, except for the crackling of the wood in the fireplace, no other sound could be heard.
In front of the wooden door, the members of Ghost Story Club were standing in a threatening pose. I, the President, stood at the front with the axe raised above my head. On my right, Hayoon had her crossbow aimed at the closed door.
And the other members stood behind me, each of them holding miscellaneous objec ...
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