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Something's strange. That's what came into my mind the moment I woke up. I just can't put a finger on what the thing that made this day different from others. I tried looking at myself in the mirror and tried to recall what happened last night. We've got a name. The phone that Joanna gave suddenly beeped. A new recording was taken last night. I tapped the music icon and played the newly saved recording that happened last night. 11: 39 p.m. How did that happen? I don't remember calling Eros' phone. It will only work if I called him and record it myself but it can't record everything unless I do so. "Is this thing even work, Elias?" that familiar voice. "I believe so, Master Aeneas" uncertainty is evident in the voice of this other man. I caught the Aeneas part. Is he talking to Eros' b

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