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A strange man- Nick- smoothed his greasy, black hair and carried on treading. He made his way through a somber alley. His limbs trembled uncontrollably, not because the cold, yet because of the flickering shadows all around. It was quiet. Too quiet. Without warning, something glued his eyes. A rusty bag. It had a money sign on it. Was Nick’s chance to be rich? He took a closer look and rummaged through the rusty old bag, but there was nothing to be seen. Yet one thing caught his eye… a light – the light was SO bright that is dragged him in forever.

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