The first day of… Chapter 4.
Naomi’s POV
I’ve just walked up to the cul-de-sac which Pandora gave me the address to, it looks like something out of 1960, and it is silent and tidy. Well, it would have been silent if I couldn’t hear a rendition of London’s burning coming from inside. Fucking hell, why am I here? “Hi” I turn round to face
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