The Safehouse

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Prologue

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I stepped out of the dark passageway. Thick blood fell to the ground. It was raining, and the storm was wild and furious.

Thunder and lightning, so compatible i wondered how they got along. The dry grass crunched under my weight. Despite the rain nothing grew here, dead trees, each scattered individually.

 

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 15, 2012 ⏰

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