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Prologue
23 April 1863
The ice cold breeze flushed across my face as I made my way
through one of the many dingy alleyways that seem to infest..
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Chapter One
The rain was falling hard and fast hitting the ground like
tiny little liquid bullets. For three days now he had abstained from feedin..
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The Pub was relatively quiet when Zach and Kano entered, Three middle aged men sat at the bar drinking Guinness and an elderly couple were in the boot..
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falling stars and fading lightsdistant shadows on elusive nightsmy time is short to write this rhymebut all in all these words are minei found the str..
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