This is my home. Have been here forty years, it is time…someone has too blow the whistle…it is a secret so old that it has gathered all the untold, dark and, above all (in gods eyes), deserving of a chance to redeem itself of sins it did not know it had committed. The citizens in the town have no clue as to its underpinnings, they have no idea.

This is my home. Have been here forty years, it is time…someone has too blow the whistle…it is a secret so old that it has gathered all the untold, dark and, above all (in gods eyes), deserving of a chance to redeem itself of sins it did not know it had committed. The citizens in the town have no clue as to its underpinnings, they have no idea.

This is my home. Have been here forty years, it is time…someone has too blow the whistle…it is a secret so old that it has gathered all the untold, dark and, above all (in gods eyes), deserving of a chance to redeem itself of sins it did not know it had committed. The citizens in the town have no clue as to its underpinnings, they have no idea.


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