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... he closed windows as she stepped out of the bed, her feet touched the cold floor.
Going to stand next to the window, she saw the heavy rain pouring down from the nightly dark clouds. Drops of water followed one after the other in continuous streamed lines, competing with each other.
It had been more than a month since the incident that took place in the doll maker’s house but it didn’t leave her subconsciousness.
Mr. Weaver often came in her dreams rea ...
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