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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 01:17:13 | PORUKA # 1 |
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probabilities of the encounter: the distinguished writer invited to
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in the hills of Greece played to the dryads, and he piped a weird,
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“Did you read any of the entries in this?” she said, holding up the journal.Elena set her glass on the table with a rattle. She paced to the front door and back, then sat down heavily, as if all the bones in her body had just withered.
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darkness which displayed and yet distorted the objects that surroundedconcealed him. Dead owners had plainly spent much care upon the place,
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That was fine with General Duke.
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Sam startled awake. She listened but heard only utter silence in the darkness. Her skin tingled with goose bumps and her hands felt like ice. She pulled a heavy comforter over her and gradually drifted back into an uneasy sleep.“You bet. Now that we know that someone else killed her, we have to pursue it as a murder.”“I’ll need their names.” Beau pulled out a small notebook and pen, poised to write.
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