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Intro. The air smelled of damp earth and old grudges, a smell that Ivan had mistaken for the smell of fresh bread and children playing. There, in a corner of a building that seemed to be made of tombstones, Ivan stood. The wall clock in the hall made no sound, only its brass hands moved, as if afraid of breaking the heavy silence of the space. Ivan knew that every night, like a broken clock, he would have to wait for the awakening of past nightmares.
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Intro. The air smelled of damp earth and old grudges, a smell that Ivan had mistaken for the smell of fresh bread and children playing. There, in a corner of a building that seemed to be made of tombstones, Ivan stood. The wall clock in the hall made no sound, only its brass hands moved, as if afraid of breaking the heavy silence of the space. Ivan knew that every night, like a broken clock, he would have to wait for the awakening of past nightmares.
Bl.love
@Owen):)
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