"Evelyn!" Rough voices.
Screams, shouts, gunshots. Choking, hurt, pain. Bruises, cuts, fear.
Voices everywhere but in my head. Voices of little girls. Voices of rough men.
Dark corners is the safe zone. But sometimes they catch you even then.
Blood - or rust. Dirty children, blonde turned to black, pale turning to brown.
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Mystery / Thriller"This was it: Peacone Lane, 4972. But what stood there was not a house. Not a house at all, but a grocery store." Evelyn has been taken from her home once she was very little. She grew up about half her life in that prison but now, when she finds he...
