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- Reads 978
- Votes 18
- Parts 12
Ongoing1h 30m
Last published Fri, Sep 25, 2015
I wake every morning to my own deafening screams.
I feel unsafe when I leave the house, followed by a shadow which isn't my own.
However, a distant nagging in my brain is of a past tragedy I have yet to unfold.
For who knows what secrets are hidden in the dark, and who truly lurks in the shadows?
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