The mad cure
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Archangel Woods Hospital's patients have noticed something's off. Maybe they're actually not sick... maybe they have been lied to about their own lives...
Kimberly Nichols knows she has to take action, to unveil all secrets, to know the truth about her life, cause it may have been all lies. On the way, pain will definitely not leave her side. Is the truth worth it? Or will they keep trapped in the darkness of not knowing who they really are? What have they done to them? Because their time may be shorter than they think...
Warning: Contains use of adult language, violence, and a lot of blood ; )
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