A night without day
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Complete Mon, Mar 11, 20132h 1m
like any normal night you close your window, get into bed and fall sound asleep, but then you shiver as you feel a slight breeze slap against your gentle skin and you awaken . . . only to find the shadows have eyes . . ."elaine demont'e , at last we meet"
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