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Escape to Darkness [Based on a True Story]
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My name is Christian Bayer. I am writing these letters to inform you, reader, that my life is dreary in this prison and things are not always what they seem. When you find all my letters, I hope you will read them all and share with the world. Get word out and let people know the story of Christian Bayer.
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