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“It’s true, my father’s a murderer and I put him in prison,” Detective Jónsdóttir replied. Both her palms rested on the table. “But my personal life’s got nothing to do with this case.”
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Phillip focused on the buildings in front of him as he climbed. There was no avoiding it; the view lured him in. It was a carnivalesque visual cacophony of LED and neon lights crashing.
Prope Mortem sat on the edge of the crane. “See ya!” he screamed and threw himself off, into the air.
Phillip scaled his way down the crane, raced to the edge of the roof, threw his hands up into the air, and screamed. Even though Prope Mortem wore a parachute on his back, Phillip’s muscles tightened as he watched the younger man jump into the abyss.”
― Triggers
Phillip focused on the buildings in front of him as he climbed. There was no avoiding it; the view lured him in. It was a carnivalesque visual cacophony of LED and neon lights crashing.
Prope Mortem sat on the edge of the crane. “See ya!” he screamed and threw himself off, into the air.
Phillip scaled his way down the crane, raced to the edge of the roof, threw his hands up into the air, and screamed. Even though Prope Mortem wore a parachute on his back, Phillip’s muscles tightened as he watched the younger man jump into the abyss.”
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“It’s true, my father’s a murderer and I put him in prison,” Detective Jónsdóttir replied. Both her palms rested on the table. “But my personal life’s got nothing to do with this case.”
― Triggers
― Triggers
“Victor lingered a moment longer to see the burgundy liquid, not wine, that he had uncorked and decanted along the track. He left the dead man inside and then made his way out of the station.”
― Triggers
― Triggers
“Don’t look down,” Prope Mortem said while he laughed.
Phillip focused on the buildings in front of him as he climbed. There was no avoiding it; the view lured him in. It was a carnivalesque visual cacophony of LED and neon lights crashing.
Prope Mortem sat on the edge of the crane. “See ya!” he screamed and threw himself off, into the air.
Phillip scaled his way down the crane, raced to the edge of the roof, threw his hands up into the air, and screamed. Even though Prope Mortem wore a parachute on his back, Phillip’s muscles tightened as he watched the younger man jump into the abyss.”
― Triggers
Phillip focused on the buildings in front of him as he climbed. There was no avoiding it; the view lured him in. It was a carnivalesque visual cacophony of LED and neon lights crashing.
Prope Mortem sat on the edge of the crane. “See ya!” he screamed and threw himself off, into the air.
Phillip scaled his way down the crane, raced to the edge of the roof, threw his hands up into the air, and screamed. Even though Prope Mortem wore a parachute on his back, Phillip’s muscles tightened as he watched the younger man jump into the abyss.”
― Triggers
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