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Grey house down south of Biloxi, Mississippi contained unusual artifacts every where inside. I peeked under master's antique bedroom set curious about the sound heard emmanating from below. One rather small mahogany box hid them, two clapping wooden hands lain on top satin. Fading mechanical sounds betrayed construction, horror increased as my eyes discovered crimson-colored edges. Perchance for show, really don't know - but thieves rarely find audiences trapped along side pawn-worthy materials. Ran away, before all noise was done and even now yours truly has ears that twitch with fear.
"Never steal when Halloween night meets Harvest moon!" 100 unique words (no repeats) - using the prompt that I am a thief and I need to describe the gold-medal prize for the weirdest thing I ever discovered under a bed during my heist.
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