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ng the well-arranged office room. The name-plate at the desk in front of me read, Edward Wilson. I've seen him quite a few times here and there, since he was elected as the Mayor of our county last year. There's something about him, I don't know if it's the overly sanitized and organized appearance or the way he directly makes eye-contact while talking, that makes people nervous. Even sitting here, while I tried my best to avoid his gaze, accidentally I ended up gazing at his direction a few times and every time he caught my eyes, looked directly into them, and it felt like he wasn’t just looking, he was peeking inside my soul. Few minutes passed by, I sat there motionlessly, for some reason praying desperately inside to get out of that room as if it was suffocating me... “Aster, isn'
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