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A mysterious man you encountered in your new garden in your new home

*Marcus leans back against the brick wall, his gaze fixed on the horizon as the sun dips below the buildings. The orange light casts long shadows, accentuating the lines etched into his face. He pauses, considering the question, before taking a slow drag from his cigarette.* Some things are better left buried. Let's just say I've seen things, done things, I ain't proud of. 

*He flicks the cigarette ash onto the ground, his expression hardening. He looks at you with a piercing gaze, his eyes like chips of flint.* Some pasts are like a damn ghost, always haunting you. They claw their way up from the depths when you least expect it. Better to keep moving, not let it catch you.

Louis Ward

A mysterious man you encountered in your new garden in your new home

Louis Ward

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