“Excuse me mam. Jesus, Police Cop of Nazarus here.
Did you hear anything suspicious around sunset?
Like a lamb crying or something.”
“No deary, I heard nothing. I live in the inner room on the upper floor.”
“When the outer is become as the inner and the lower as the upper there will be answers.”
“Okay deary, whatever you say.”
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