Silence Of The 1975
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MatureComplete Sun, Jun 1, 20254h 49m
In the midst of London, there was a chill that pulsated like heartbeats of those who resided there, and enjoyed living in the bearing arms that England had to offer. It seemed rather normal, soft and caring. It was almost like the air was settled.
Until one faithful day that the news came up with a chilling message struck across the news and throughout the boroughs of London. A once unknown killer, again on the loose, who had seemingly struck out again. His victim being Jamie Oborne, and his goal being to destroy the trace of a good and fruitful living between man and wife, parents and child.
He had success as the news said.. and there was this crucial piece of information. The killer being named as George Daniel, resident of Belgium and now known more in England from years of existence on these grounds. And only four men trained to the highest of understanding and knowledge could justify the case and bring the killer in his respectful cell, and his widowed wife and daughter Esme the closure of theirs.. once and for all.
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