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I run out of the darkened building full of gloom, a sketch of a hated criminal in hand. I feel curiosity eat away at my soul as I think of my lost loved one.

I'm Henry Rockwood. Wonder how I got here?











AUTHORS NOTE:

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE PILOT YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THIS WHOLE BOOK

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