And as she tried to drag the wooden plank across the murky and uneven ground it suddenly got caught, the sudden stop pricking her hand on something, leaving the board to fall with a thud, blowing up dust and grime on the old floor as she cradled her pricked hand by instinct. She then froze, she tried not to panic, which was, in the end, in vain as her world was already spinning.
She frantically looked down at her hands, scanning all along the dirt and grim that was caked on, cursing more and more in a hushed whisper. And there she saw, a sliver of a splinter, but even though it was such a tiny prick, it was already leaking blood.
And as she slowly turned to the window, it filled with red.
And something sent an echoey clack.
He had found her.
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ESTÁ A LER
We Never Learn.
Terror"We Never Learn" is a captivating novel that delves into the twisted minds of a mysterious killer and a mentally unstable protagonist. From the very beginning, readers are pulled into a world full of secrets and intrigue, where nothing is as it seem...
