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Forbidden Land

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detective mystery

Set in the 1800. A man and his dearest freind and sidekick look into the mysterious disappearance of a little girl.

 They start of with some greater cluse witch takes them all the way to deserted tunnel. There they find nothing at first just the sound of dripping water but when they hear a man say "run away when they count to three". The men both confused about what they just heard look at eachother and suddenly.

 Woosh a loud breeze of air blose past them. The detective says to his freinds "come on man nothing to be lollygagging around for". As soon as they leave the tunnel to there amazement they are in another world...Todos los derechos reservados

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