Within the gloom/shadow/dimness of ancient/forgotten/hidden libraries, where dust/motes/particles dance in sunbeams/moonlight/faint rays, lie the Forbidden Fruits of Ink. These secrets/treasures/mysteries are not fleshy/tangible/physical but intangible/written/encoded within the pages/covers/margin

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But after a city detective named Guildias sets him up, Fellas is found guilty of murdering a man he hasn't achieved and sentenced to existence in prison. A younger boy from the weak loved ones is the key character. When he steals candy from a retail outlet in Paris, he gets caught. Most of our v

In the velvet gloom/shadows/darkness of the night/evening/twilight, where secrets whisper/dance/linger on the wind/breeze/air, a world of intense/forbidden/unspeakable pleasures awaits. Crimson Nights, a place/an enclave/a sanctuary where boundaries/rules/inhibitions are broken/shattered/transcended