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The Horror From The Earth: Creepy Thriller
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2033459The Horror From The Earth: Creepy Thrillerhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-horror-from-the-earth-creepy-thriller/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/630718/646cc781-c24c-45b3-8b80-26a7fb6d19ff.jpg?v=6383355765532700005858MXNBEKKERpublishingInStock/Ebooks/<p>Me.</p><p>David Corcoran.</p><p>Corcoran David.</p><p>Names.</p><p>Words.</p><p>Lute.</p><p>I slept fitfully that night. And although I had gone to bed quite late, I woke up very early. I was wide awake and felt a strange restlessness inside me. I got up and walked barefoot to the window of my London hotel room. Outside, a gray day was dawning.</p><p>A haze had settled over London. Light drizzle trickled from the sky.</p><p>I looked out and took a pinch of the salt of life.</p><p>That calmed me down a bit.</p><p>Suddenly I saw a face with incredible intensity in front of my inner eye.</p><p>The woman whose face I saw had shoulder-length hair with a red cast. She was wearing a light summer dress. Her eyes were wide with fear, her mouth half open. She was trembling. In the background I thought I could make out something like a gravestone. A cemetery! The realization shot through me like a ray of lightning.</p><p>The whole thing lasted no longer than a heartbeat.</p><p>Then it was over.</p><p>What does that mean, I asked myself? A picture from the future? Or from the past? Or from a faraway place?</p>...1992066The Horror From The Earth: Creepy Thriller5858https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-horror-from-the-earth-creepy-thriller/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/630718/646cc781-c24c-45b3-8b80-26a7fb6d19ff.jpg?v=638335576553270000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20239798215672976_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_<p>Me.</p><p>David Corcoran.</p><p>Corcoran David.</p><p>Names.</p><p>Words.</p><p>Lute.</p><p>I slept fitfully that night. And although I had gone to bed quite late, I woke up very early. I was wide awake and felt a strange restlessness inside me. I got up and walked barefoot to the window of my London hotel room. Outside, a gray day was dawning.</p><p>A haze had settled over London. Light drizzle trickled from the sky.</p><p>I looked out and took a pinch of the salt of life.</p><p>That calmed me down a bit.</p><p>Suddenly I saw a face with incredible intensity in front of my inner eye.</p><p>The woman whose face I saw had shoulder-length hair with a red cast. She was wearing a light summer dress. Her eyes were wide with fear, her mouth half open. She was trembling. In the background I thought I could make out something like a gravestone. A cemetery! The realization shot through me like a ray of lightning.</p><p>The whole thing lasted no longer than a heartbeat.</p><p>Then it was over.</p><p>What does that mean, I asked myself? A picture from the future? Or from the past? Or from a faraway place?</p>...9798215672976_BEKKERpublishinglibro_electonico_b2fe9a42-4b54-341b-9990-949b8be480b9_9798215672976;9798215672976_9798215672976John DevlinInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/draft2digital_ipp-epub-0ea25f4c-8c81-4dae-adba-9dcd35b792be.epub2023-01-15T00:00:00+00:00BEKKERpublishing