5-3 Isaiah Jones BL
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{{1920’s New York}}
Damped in the darkness with a flicker of lamp light illuminating onto bundles of written evidence; hypothetical connections form with each evidence vigorously investigated. Who could be the possible suspect?
Creaks of the door were reverberating across my evidence scattered space which made way for a familiarized silhouette to enter into my room.
“Do you require anything, Junie?” I asked him in a exasperated and impassive manner as I rubbed my temples.