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—"The scent of lilies lingered on the air, unsettling in its sweetness. It always marked the beginning of the end."—
"A new target. The thrill never gets old. People are so... predictable. So trusting. It's almost laughable how easy it is to pull the strings, to make them dance—like puppets—without ever sensing the danger looming over them." —The sound of heavy breathing fills the silence.—
"I've done this before. Too many times to count. The numbers don't matter anymore; it's the thrill that does. The way it quickens my pulse, sharpens my senses... It's second nature now. Five years ago, it began, and each time, the fire burns brighter."
"And this time, as always, it starts on the first..."
"There will be no mercy. Everything—she—will go up in flames."
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The Diary of Shadows
Short Story"Love is the most dangerous game. Behind every smile, a story waits to be told." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story that I made for a Inglish project please N O C O P Y R I G H T...
