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Messiah
He was chosen. That’s what he’d always say when he closed and locked my bedroom door. He was chosen, and I was lucky. He had all the keys, and they’d jingle around on a long chain that hung from his neck as he walked. They’d jingle as he moved closer, so loud that they’d cover…
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I’ll Never Tell
Personal Log – Detective Rachel Morgan – 21st February 2068 This was supposed to be a new start, but it’s all screwed up already. I don’t even know where to begin, but getting it down here might clear my head a little so I can think clearly. I took this posting for the kids. London…