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... ing in the chill night air. Overhead, the sky had darkened to a sickly red, the stars obscured by a thick, seething blanket of clouds that writhed and curled like a bed of vipers. He clutched the dead, blood-soaked body of the woman, her hair glued to her face in wet, matted clumps, her eyes half-open, the life long gone from them.
He continued. With a spasmodic, jerky movement, he pushed her into the well, her body spinning, her limbs flailing like a smashed marionette, the crash of her ...
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