Welcome to my home
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The man who was still inching forward remained too shrouded in darkness to identify. But when he started talking, it all became clear the suddenly frightened Miranda. A voice sounded from the individual, welcoming Miranda into his childhood home. The home that was once filled with love when he was growing up. “This place was my sanctuary from the time I was a boy until I became a young man,” the voice said.
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