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SCARS  - Translation

SCARS - Translation

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 11, 2015
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Mystery
"Get out of here!" A male voice shouted at me through the phone. Actually, no phones were allowed here in the academy. "Run away, while you still can! They know everything. Everything. You may think that's just a noral academy but since you're wrong. You're in danger, Adaline. This scar will ruin your whole life, if you'll not get out of here! I know that we have always tried to protect you, but now there is no alternative. They will pick you up and then there is no escape! Run!" It seemed as if I had only now found my voice again. "How so?" It throaty, mirthless laugh sounded in my ears, and sent a chill down his spine. Only after a while I heard those words that made me cringe. "They believe that you are something special. And this misconception will kill you all." The phone slipped from my sweaty fingers and fell to the ground. It smashed into several parts. But these were immediately covered by three huge shadow. My eyes fell on the three men in the black suits. I trembled. It was too late...
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