17/08/2012

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       Castle gave a sideways glance at the coffee table before he left his lavish penthouse up on Barrow and Charlton in the restless cityscape of New York. It was just gone 5 am and a rude wake up call from his inspiring detective muse Beckett, had rendered him into a zombie-like state where upon the handsome and modestly built guy rushed to the crime scene in a flurry.

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