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“What the? This is not my room. How did I get here?” Police Detective Jennings struggled to shake himself awake. Was he still dreaming? He…
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“What the? This is not my room. How did I get here?” Police Detective Jennings struggled to shake himself awake. Was he still dreaming? He…
Denny ducked behind the stone column. He watched as the upturned cross impaled High Priest Drakker’s eyes. “Both eyes, how the hell?” Denny asked…
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