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Chapter 33

“Hello Gerald, if that’s even your real name.” I scoffed, unable to keep some of the contempt from my voice.

I was stunned, shocked into absolute stillness that radiated to the two women beside me. Gerald, from Gerald’s Antiques was here. He was part of this. I had worked for him for an entire summer and never once suspected anything. He was just an old man, one who told wild tales and sold aged antiques.

This Gerald looked entirely different. He still had the same salt and pepper hair, but it was now cropped short. The wrinkles that lined his eyes and cheeks remained the same, and were one of the tell-tale signs that this was the Gerald I knew. Tattoos spanned the length of his toned arms, and I found myself gaping at him.

The Gerald I knew was old and feeble, nothing like this man who stood before me. While he looked his age, he was anything but feeble. Muscles spanned his arms alongside the colorful tattoo’s. His moth-eaten flann

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Kara Smelser
Now that's an interesting theory!
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M J
remarkable, loving this book!
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Haras2017
This is a little bit like Heroes. The carnival, the truth revealing tattoos...
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