Prologue

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The leaves start to falling down, laying on the middle of the street hopeless.

Box were found under my beds and its an old wooden box. With a black seeds and black scarf inside.

All black furniture was in it. Daŕk and wild. Its all black in colour.

Why Black? That's my question...

"You will know it sooner when we got to..."

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