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The Champ browsed the brochures for a moment, took stock of the St. Mogin Surfer Saint poster, and then asked the attendant if he knew any information regarding the dead surfer on the beach. He was in deep thought. He wanted to give the impression that he already knew the answers he was seeking. The turmoil in his mind was overwhelming him though. His past, his missing memories of the museum, bizarre glimpses of the future.
I'm supposed to be solving a murder.
His head was pounding like a drum. He looked to his new companion as if for an answer, then back at the attendant. It was at that moment a wave clarity swept over him. He was now absolutely certain of one thing.
I've lost my mind.
I'm supposed to be solving a murder.
His head was pounding like a drum. He looked to his new companion as if for an answer, then back at the attendant. It was at that moment a wave clarity swept over him. He was now absolutely certain of one thing.
I've lost my mind.
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