The killer of hundreds

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Once upon a time darkness had fell upon the city thunder as it strikes near my window of a small my cottage house nearly sank into the ground of the swamp a woke up with a black mark on my sealing from where the lightning had struck and the vines and poison ivy nearly covering my house I quickly ripped the blanket of to see shocked in my amazement that the rain had stopped I slipped my bunny slippers on and made my way out the door up to the cherry pine hill like and as I look up over the landscape I see on the mountain a white as snow wolf this was a killer called scar blood he travels alone and will take a challenge he killed hundreds of men sent out to kill him but none have saceaded.it send a shiver down my spine as I look into the eyes of the killer.

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