Secrets in the Garden
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Last published Sat, Jul 19, 2025
Three weeks, I've been in this room for three weeks. I need to get out of this room so I can reach Keifer and we can both leave. I hope it's not too late for both of us. I feel nothing but fear and anxiety, I haven't felt like this since I was a child. My lungs are heavy. Wait someones at the door, who is it, and what are they going to do to me?
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