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20 YEARS AGO
The year was 2003, and the small, secluded town where Mr. Gregory Sinclair and Mrs. Elizabeth Sinclair lived was a stark contrast to the bustling city of New York they now called home. In this distant time, the town was nestled in the heart of a remote valley, surrounded by vast green landscapes and dense forests. The people who occupied this area were from humble backgrounds, living simple lives as they worked at the nearby coal mine owned by the infamous Don Botros Salazar.
The town was a shanty settlement, made up of small, dilapidated huts constructed from wood and thatched roofs. The streets were unpaved and dusty, and the few street lamps that adorned the roads emitted a dim glow during the night. The townsfolk relied on gas lamps and candles to illuminate their homes, and electricity was a luxury only known to the wealthy.
