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It has started. I take a deep breath in before letting it out again. It's getting colder in the night, as we're in October. Not too long and it's winter. It's the darkest season, long nights. Perfect to hide within.

It's my favourite season.

I step away from the window, closing it immediately. I shouldn't catch a cold. I walk over to the opened suitcase on the table. Yesterday, it all started. Charlie was number one.

It is time to continue.

How stupid of him to go and see him this evening.

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