The Mandela Effect

The wind blew cold, pricking and biting at his skin as it brushed past his cheek. The trails of his trenchcoat flew as if trying to run away. The tracks creaked under the weight of the trains. It was a normal Monday morning- as normal as any other day could be. People rushed past, children... Continue Reading →

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