The Nightly Storyteller
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Stories don’t just haunt me.
They change me.
📖 Horror blog: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com
🕯️ Somedays get darker.
They change me.
📖 Horror blog: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com
🕯️ Somedays get darker.
Pinned
Screams and Memories
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The Nightly Storyteller doesn't sleep. He walks the line between memory and myth, collecting stories from the shadows.
Each post reveals more. Each object changes him.
The blog is live. The descent has begun.
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Each post reveals more. Each object changes him.
The blog is live. The descent has begun.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com
#horror #NightlyStoryteller #creepystories #blog
The Jersey Devil hunts. But the Pine Barrens have a cold, surgical secret: The Doctor of the Pines. You want saving? You’ll pay the Mark. 🌲💉 #JerseyDevil
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📚 THE MARKED — The Doctor of the Pines(Pine Barrens Edition – The Jersey Devil)
🕯️ THE LIBRARY The lanterns sway though there’s no breeze. Shelves shift. Scrolls whisper. A map of New Jersey unrolls itself...
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November 16, 2025 at 2:06 AM
The Jersey Devil hunts. But the Pine Barrens have a cold, surgical secret: The Doctor of the Pines. You want saving? You’ll pay the Mark. 🌲💉 #JerseyDevil
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🪙 A coin in the grass.
A debt in the soil.
The Little Mean Men awaken, and the Gnomes of the Debt rise to collect.
Stories, like debts, must be paid in full…
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles
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A debt in the soil.
The Little Mean Men awaken, and the Gnomes of the Debt rise to collect.
Stories, like debts, must be paid in full…
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles
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🪙 The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Little Mean Men
📖 The Storyteller’s Library A new page unfurled itself in the dim glow of the library lantern. The ink writhed before settlin...
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November 16, 2025 at 1:40 AM
🪙 A coin in the grass.
A debt in the soil.
The Little Mean Men awaken, and the Gnomes of the Debt rise to collect.
Stories, like debts, must be paid in full…
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles
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A debt in the soil.
The Little Mean Men awaken, and the Gnomes of the Debt rise to collect.
Stories, like debts, must be paid in full…
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles
👉 thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
🏚️ Mara’s scar wasn’t hers. It was a doorway. The house marked her, and now the story won’t stay shut. Every scar transmits. Every whisper spreads. Dare to read: The Marked: The House That Wouldn’t Let Her Sleep 👁️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
🐟 The Marked: The House That Wouldn’t Let Her Sleep
📖 The Storyteller’s Library The scar wasn’t hers. It had appeared the same night the book arrived—bound in black, heavy ...
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November 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM
🏚️ Mara’s scar wasn’t hers. It was a doorway. The house marked her, and now the story won’t stay shut. Every scar transmits. Every whisper spreads. Dare to read: The Marked: The House That Wouldn’t Let Her Sleep 👁️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
🪙 A coin found in hospital tiles. A cabin plunged into darkness. A masked intruder. When the phone screamed, the coin answered. Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Call in Cabin Nine ➡️
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November 14, 2025 at 10:15 PM
🪙 A coin found in hospital tiles. A cabin plunged into darkness. A masked intruder. When the phone screamed, the coin answered. Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Call in Cabin Nine ➡️
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🌙 Grief left Kellen haunted—until a gold coin awakened his lost companions as radiant guardians. Love defies death, but at a cost… 🐾✨
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Read The Tale: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
🪙 The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Guardian’s Farewell
The Tale Kellen hadn’t slept in days. Not peacefully, anyway. Ever since his rescue cat, Luna, and his old mutt, Jasper, passe...
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November 14, 2025 at 4:00 AM
🌙 Grief left Kellen haunted—until a gold coin awakened his lost companions as radiant guardians. Love defies death, but at a cost… 🐾✨
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🕯️ Every coin has two sides: wealth & legacy… or blood & betrayal. Tonight’s tale isn’t about treasure—it’s about what treasure takes. Read What Would You Trade for Gold? ➡️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/curs... #Horror #Mythos
🪙 The Cursed Coins of Croesus A Gold Coin Story From The Nightly Storyteller
🕯️ What Would You Trade for Gold? They say every coin has two sides. Heads: wealth, power, legacy. Tails: blood, betrayal, ...
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November 14, 2025 at 3:43 AM
🕯️ Every coin has two sides: wealth & legacy… or blood & betrayal. Tonight’s tale isn’t about treasure—it’s about what treasure takes. Read What Would You Trade for Gold? ➡️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/curs... #Horror #Mythos
🩸 Sleeves hide flaws. But the night sees everything. In Pinewater Ridge, Lena’s birthmark isn’t a mistake—it’s a warning. The worms know her. And they bow.
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🩸 The Marked: The Birthmark’s Warning📖 The Storyteller’s Library
The lantern’s flame didn’t flicker tonight. It shivered. Pages rustled behind me though no wind touched the room. Something ...
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November 14, 2025 at 2:41 AM
🩸 Sleeves hide flaws. But the night sees everything. In Pinewater Ridge, Lena’s birthmark isn’t a mistake—it’s a warning. The worms know her. And they bow.
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🪙 Deep in the mountain, treasure demands a price. A coin, a sacrifice, a door that only opens for two… and claws scraping closer in the dark.
Read The Weight of Gold now:
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Read The Weight of Gold now:
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🪙 The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Weight of Gold
📖 The Storyteller’s Library The lanterns in the library flickered tonight—long, shivering shadows twitching across the stacks l...
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November 13, 2025 at 9:58 PM
🪙 Deep in the mountain, treasure demands a price. A coin, a sacrifice, a door that only opens for two… and claws scraping closer in the dark.
Read The Weight of Gold now:
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Read The Weight of Gold now:
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🪙 A coin glinting in the rain.
A whisper about the Rake.
Eyes black as coal, fingers scraping the pavement.
No photos. No proof.
Only gouges in the car, splintered wood at the door… and a coin that waits.
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A whisper about the Rake.
Eyes black as coal, fingers scraping the pavement.
No photos. No proof.
Only gouges in the car, splintered wood at the door… and a coin that waits.
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💰 Five Minute Fright: The Rake
"Sometimes, finding something shiny isn’t luck. It’s a warning." --- 🎭 Nightly Storyteller Introduction There’s a story I keep ...
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November 13, 2025 at 7:20 PM
🪙 A coin glinting in the rain.
A whisper about the Rake.
Eyes black as coal, fingers scraping the pavement.
No photos. No proof.
Only gouges in the car, splintered wood at the door… and a coin that waits.
🔗 Read the full tale: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/five...
A whisper about the Rake.
Eyes black as coal, fingers scraping the pavement.
No photos. No proof.
Only gouges in the car, splintered wood at the door… and a coin that waits.
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🌊 They said it was only a legend.
But when the lake went silent, something rose.
It touched him—and left a scar that never healed.
A mark that pulses under the full moon…
and aches with a homesickness that isn’t his.
Read The Marked:
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But when the lake went silent, something rose.
It touched him—and left a scar that never healed.
A mark that pulses under the full moon…
and aches with a homesickness that isn’t his.
Read The Marked:
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🐟 The Marked: Black Hollow Bay
📖 The Storyteller’s Library The scar wasn’t from the fall. It wasn’t from the rocks. It was from him. The Storyteller’s f...
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November 13, 2025 at 3:19 AM
🌊 They said it was only a legend.
But when the lake went silent, something rose.
It touched him—and left a scar that never healed.
A mark that pulses under the full moon…
and aches with a homesickness that isn’t his.
Read The Marked:
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But when the lake went silent, something rose.
It touched him—and left a scar that never healed.
A mark that pulses under the full moon…
and aches with a homesickness that isn’t his.
Read The Marked:
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🪙 It never stays gone.
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
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A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
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November 13, 2025 at 2:54 AM
🪙 It never stays gone.
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
👉https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/witchs-coin.html
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
👉https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/witchs-coin.html
📼 1986. A babysitter, a VHS night, and a coin that shouldn’t exist. When the lights flicker, the whispers begin… and the past rewinds into terror. 🪙👁️
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Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Babysitter and The Boardgame ➡️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/gold...
🪙 The Gold Coin Chronicles: “The Babysitter & the Board Game"
1980s Short Horror Story | Haunted Babysitter Tale A nostalgic nightmare from The Gold Coin Chronicles. When a college babysitte...
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November 12, 2025 at 3:16 PM
📼 1986. A babysitter, a VHS night, and a coin that shouldn’t exist. When the lights flicker, the whispers begin… and the past rewinds into terror. 🪙👁️
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Babysitter and The Boardgame ➡️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/gold...
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Babysitter and The Boardgame ➡️ thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/gold...
🌧️ A knock in the rain. A coin that hums. Three friends, one witch board, and a shadow that echoes their deepest regrets. Dare to cross the threshold… 🪙👁️
Read The Draw:
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Read The Draw:
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🕯️ The Gold Coin Chronicles Presents: “The Draw”
🎙️ Intro — The Whisper Between Worlds > The rain has a voice, you know. Not the soft lullaby poets talk about, but something ol...
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November 12, 2025 at 3:07 PM
🌧️ A knock in the rain. A coin that hums. Three friends, one witch board, and a shadow that echoes their deepest regrets. Dare to cross the threshold… 🪙👁️
Read The Draw:
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Read The Draw:
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🩸 Mirrors don’t just reflect—they whisper. Dare to summon Bloody Mary in The Nightly Storyteller Chronicles and face what stares back. Roll against Fear… or lose yourself. 🪞
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🩸 The Mirror’s Call: The Bloody Mary Reflection
📖 The Nightly Storyteller Chronicles 🎙️ Monologue > “Have you ever stared into your own reflection long enough to wonder who’s...
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November 12, 2025 at 12:35 AM
🩸 Mirrors don’t just reflect—they whisper. Dare to summon Bloody Mary in The Nightly Storyteller Chronicles and face what stares back. Roll against Fear… or lose yourself. 🪞
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🩸 The Nightly Storyteller is now on Facebook. Enter the library of cursed coins, ancestral marks, and monsters born from hunger & sin. Follow for new tales, eerie evidence, and whispers that never die… 👉 facebook.com/profile.php?id=61583613752479
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November 11, 2025 at 11:59 PM
🩸 The Nightly Storyteller is now on Facebook. Enter the library of cursed coins, ancestral marks, and monsters born from hunger & sin. Follow for new tales, eerie evidence, and whispers that never die… 👉 facebook.com/profile.php?id=61583613752479
🪙 A Gold Coin Horror Story – Part One
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
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At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
November 11, 2025 at 9:49 PM
🪙 A Gold Coin Horror Story – Part One
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
🚨 “The Warning Comes Too Late” 🚨
On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
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On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
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November 11, 2025 at 9:45 PM
🚨 “The Warning Comes Too Late” 🚨
On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
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On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
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🐺 In the Bayou, sins don’t stay buried. Lena Delacroix carries the Mark—and when the Rougarou wakes, debts are collected in blood. Read the latest Marked Chronicle… if you dare.
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🐺 The Marked Chronicles: The Rougarou’s Due
📖 The Storyteller’s Library The library smelled of dust, ash, and something older—wet and slow, like the breathing of a swamp a...
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November 11, 2025 at 9:40 PM
🐺 In the Bayou, sins don’t stay buried. Lena Delacroix carries the Mark—and when the Rougarou wakes, debts are collected in blood. Read the latest Marked Chronicle… if you dare.
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🌲🪙 Greed deafens reason. In The Price of the Forest, Matt Carson pockets a coin that judges instead of saves. The Wendigo waits, hunger eternal. Read the latest Gold Coin Chronicle—where echoes never die. PING.
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🪙 Gold Coin Chronicle: The Price of the Forest
📖 The Storyteller’s Library The library smelled of dust and ash. Shelves stretched into shadow, their spines humming faintly as...
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November 11, 2025 at 9:23 PM
🌲🪙 Greed deafens reason. In The Price of the Forest, Matt Carson pockets a coin that judges instead of saves. The Wendigo waits, hunger eternal. Read the latest Gold Coin Chronicle—where echoes never die. PING.
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⏱️ A funeral. A watch. A coin. When time itself answers with one final act of gratitude, Evan learns some debts echo beyond the grave. Read Time’s Gift — if you dare. 🕯️
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November 11, 2025 at 6:14 PM
⏱️ A funeral. A watch. A coin. When time itself answers with one final act of gratitude, Evan learns some debts echo beyond the grave. Read Time’s Gift — if you dare. 🕯️
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🌾 Summer in Brookridge feels untouchable… until the bog whispers its legend. A wraith with burned eyes, a coin cold as ice, and justice waiting in the fog. Read The Wraith of Brookridge:
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The Wraith by the Bog
There’s something about small towns in summer that makes you feel untouchable. Maybe it’s the hum of cicadas in the trees, the l...
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November 11, 2025 at 5:45 PM
🌾 Summer in Brookridge feels untouchable… until the bog whispers its legend. A wraith with burned eyes, a coin cold as ice, and justice waiting in the fog. Read The Wraith of Brookridge:
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🌲 A cabin by the lake. A storm. Shadows scratching at the walls. A coin burns hot in the dark… and what vanishes may not stay gone. Read The Cabin by the Lake — if you dare. 🕯️
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The Cabin by the Lake
Some things only show themselves in flashes—glimpses at the edge of your vision. And sometimes, what you don’t see is far more t...
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November 11, 2025 at 5:36 PM
🌲 A cabin by the lake. A storm. Shadows scratching at the walls. A coin burns hot in the dark… and what vanishes may not stay gone. Read The Cabin by the Lake — if you dare. 🕯️
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🎭 Eight masks. One killer.
Each death leaves behind a coin etched with constellations.
But when the final mask cracks… the invitation is already sealed.
🕯️ Read The Masquerade:
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Each death leaves behind a coin etched with constellations.
But when the final mask cracks… the invitation is already sealed.
🕯️ Read The Masquerade:
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🎃 The Nightly Storyteller Presents🎭 The Masquerade
A Halloween Tale --- 🕯️ Intro — The Night of Masks > Before we begin… > Turn down your lights. > Let the glow of your scree...
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November 11, 2025 at 5:33 PM
🎭 Eight masks. One killer.
Each death leaves behind a coin etched with constellations.
But when the final mask cracks… the invitation is already sealed.
🕯️ Read The Masquerade:
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Each death leaves behind a coin etched with constellations.
But when the final mask cracks… the invitation is already sealed.
🕯️ Read The Masquerade:
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Something in the desert wears your face.
But it’s missing your mark.
A mimic stalks the border, hunting not your skin — but your signature.
Read The Witness and the Starburst before it finds yours.
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But it’s missing your mark.
A mimic stalks the border, hunting not your skin — but your signature.
Read The Witness and the Starburst before it finds yours.
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🕯️ The Nightly Storyteller Presents: Marked-The Stolen Shadow: Why the Skinwalker Needs Your Face
A Tale from The Marked Series --- 🎙️ Intro — The Flaw in the Pattern > In horror, we fear the things that hunt us. But what a...
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November 11, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Something in the desert wears your face.
But it’s missing your mark.
A mimic stalks the border, hunting not your skin — but your signature.
Read The Witness and the Starburst before it finds yours.
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But it’s missing your mark.
A mimic stalks the border, hunting not your skin — but your signature.
Read The Witness and the Starburst before it finds yours.
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🪙 A coin stamped with Anubis.
A town haunted by whispers.
Seven nights of terror, one curse passed on.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Anubis Mark—and beware the man in the gray coat.
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A town haunted by whispers.
Seven nights of terror, one curse passed on.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Anubis Mark—and beware the man in the gray coat.
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🔪 The Gold Coin Chronicles PresentsThe Anubis Mark: Seven Nights of the Sandman
🎙️ Monologue — “The Price of Memory” Some treasures were never meant to be found. They wait—patiently—beneath dust and time, wh...
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November 11, 2025 at 2:47 AM
🪙 A coin stamped with Anubis.
A town haunted by whispers.
Seven nights of terror, one curse passed on.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Anubis Mark—and beware the man in the gray coat.
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A town haunted by whispers.
Seven nights of terror, one curse passed on.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Anubis Mark—and beware the man in the gray coat.
👉 thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...