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Chapter 42: Every Criminal Has Their Own Story

Peter opens his eyes widely with the thought that he has been sharply dragged out of deep sleep. He feels amazingly calm, nothing hurts… He feels warm and good… Silence is all around. Soft, without pressure. He looks up and sees the clear blue sky with no clouds in it. The slight wind shakes slightly the strands of hair fallen on his forehead and caresses his skin nicely. He understands that he is now lying on the soft ground in the middle of the desert field, where there are only a few trees and bushes, as well as wild flowers.

It turns out to be amazingly easy ...

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