The Murder

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All of a sudden, Mr Hyde broke out into a furious temper and brandished Jekylls cane. In an ape-like fury, he beat, and beat, and beat Carew till he was no longer breathing.

The cobblestone path, cold and dirty, now turned red as the victims blood dripped through the cracks and down the alleyway.

Once again, the blood red sun formed on the horizon, casting a sinister light onto the now quiet streets of London. The cockerel arose and screamed its mourning call. ‘Twas now Tuesday, the streets now stained with an act of pure evil.
The rush was not expecting this.

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