IN THE DARK
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Concluida sáb, dic 24, 20222h 10m
It was a foggy morning and the wind blew saliently over the city of Wisconsin to Damian's house, which was Far East of Lake Michigan. It sent cold chills down the spines of all who embraced it causing them to let out steam from their mouths and noses. It was this feeling that jolted Damian back to the real world and he discovered he was still alive and had slept at the doorstep of a house he did not think was familiar. He looked up and found Detective Davidson staring at him, and trying to raise himself up he groaned ...what had happened to him?
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