Dark Hour
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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there, or was it her imagination? For as long as she has been alive, she always treasured the nights. The stillness. The silence and the enigma of...
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there, or was it her imagination? For as long as she has been alive, she always treasured the nights. The stillness. The silence and the enigma of...