Crow.
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Última publicación mar, jul 26, 2016
It had started to rain, the heavy crack of nearby thunder echoed off of the silent bathroom walls. With shaking hands she washed her face; it was all too much. It wasn't that long ago they were happy and enjoying their time together, it wasn't supposed to end like this...
The summer of 2010 was supposed to be their final breath of freedom, dull and mundane; or so they thought. When an aspiring director and a trainee hairdresser accidentally uncover a long forgotten diary their idea of an uneventful holiday are long forgotten. With the help of an eccentric horror fanatic named Crow, the pair find themselves falling further into the mystery than they ever thought possible.
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