Suddenly, Leo wasn't sitting in a cracked pleather chair. He was standing on a wooden dock, the smell of rotting seaweed and pine needles assaulting his nose. The air was biting cold. He looked down. He wasn't wearing his hoodie. He was wearing a tweed coat, a scarf, and a familiar ache in his chest.
The screen went black for a second, then the credits began to roll. They listed the cast. alanwake2deluxeeditionv128repacktorrent portable
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