Whilst an unpopular pupil proposes an investigative record on 3 unsolved campus-related murders from a few 20 years prior, Henrie O believes the lady is simply stirring up controversy, until eventually she turns up useless. by means of the writer of the award-winning Dead Man's Island.
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