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Amnesia: The Dark Descent [Part One]

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Reads 7,919
Votes 168
Parts 15
Time 1h 33m

Don't forget. . .
Some things mustn't be forgotten. . .

The shadow, hunting me. . . I must hurry. . .
My name... Is Daniel. 
I live at London, at. . . at Mayfair. . .
What have I done? This is crazy. . .
Don't forget.
Don't forget. . . 
I must stop him!

Focus!
My name is. . .
is. . .

. . . 

I am Daniel.All Rights Reserved

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