SHHHH... they might hear us. The Big Ben struck to twelve. The echo it creates covered the noises, the darkness of the heaven sheltered the evidences. SHHHH... When the days turned dark, calmness of air to blasting cold, then the hell break loose... Queen Ruth must be here somewhere-she have eyes and ears everywhere. Queen of Thieves! everyone cried. Would it be called a miracle if one day someone dare to conquest her heart? Then be ready to unveil her darkness inside.
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