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Beating Heart #6



"I'm home", a loud voice echoed through the house. A tall old man entered the room. "And who's this?" he asked, taking of a fake nose.
"He can't speak, so I call him Storm," Roxanne cheerfully greeted the man with the hawk-like eyes.
"Storm, ehm? You look rather familiar... Have we met before?"

"The old man indeed looks familiar. Now that you mention: this whole room looks familiar." Flashbacks suddenly crossed the boy's mind. Storm had been here before. He was accompagnied by someone... "Who was I with?" His head hurt trying to remember. It felt like his memories about this place were blocked.

Storm wasn't a guy who forgot things. He remembered the tiniest details. He easily recited conversations happening five years ago. But all he could recall of his previous visit was a faceless shadow and a blurry recollection of a picture in that drawer over there.

"Oh well," the old man said not waiting for an answer. He had put on a short black wig and changed his clothes into something more classy. "I'm off to see Mrs. De Winter. I'll be late for dinner."

The guy's footsteps disappeared into the night.




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