We entered the building. There was a very musty odor inside. Cobwebs surrounded us from the ceiling. The place was in near-perfect condition.
On the counter, we noticed something: a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. It was Greg, Pipp’s old baseball bat. We were a bit shocked that it was here and not locked up in a vault at the asylum. How did the Masked Mare get ahold of this? What are her intentions?
Who could she be?
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Also, go ahead and laugh. The only reason I’m wearing socks is because they were the closest things to gloves that I could find.