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Too Late For Pleas
Adam’s POV What made me speak the way I did, I don’t know. I regretted it, of course, knowing she had been waiting for me. Yet all I did to reward her patience was a cold greeting, one colder than the wind with the rain outside. I continued walking towards the wardrobe, to get a change of clothes as she watched me from behind in silence. I wish I could give her the attention she needed right now but various thoughts were swirling around my head like a tornado and my mind wasn’t at rest. The face of the dead man whom I had questioned earlier kept popping before me like a holographic screen. His final words before he gave up, the ghost continued ringing in my head like a broken siren, giving rise to an unrelenting migraine, sworn to see my end. That was not the first time someone di
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