Good Mourning

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I woke to the chiming of the tower bell. This wasn't normal. The bell was chiming much quicker and didn't seem to stop.
I looked out of the window to see a crowd of people gathering to the left of my view.
I quickly put on my robe and hastily made my way down the stairs and out of the house to see what the ruckus was about.
It must be something serious.

"I cannot believe it!"
"He's dead?"
"Don't look children!"
"Carew!"

Carew. "Carew!" I shouted.
"Jekyll?" I heard someone call out. A glimpse of hope shone in my eyes. But it was not Carew's voice.
"Whats going on?" I gently whispered to the lady next to me.
"Tis Carew, Sir. He has been murdered."
No. He can't have been. I met him last night. I saw him, I...
Wait. I replayed last nights events through my mind.

Hyde.

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