𝖂alking through the wind, cold hands dripping sweat from his forehead. His conscience he had pushed far into the foundation, his mind kept many dark secrets. 𝐂𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞?

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