In a nightmare
I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exams, the aggravation and anguish they needed to go through and in the End I see two natural faces, knowing to isolate my crowd.
A part of the outrage hits me hard as the photo of Maxx casting a worship spell on Greece flashes before my e
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