Prologue

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The body was found sitting among a pumpkin patch, the silvery-blue dress spread carefully about the legs, long white gloves encased slender arms, clear vinyl heels upon size 10 feet, and a black headband sat upon blonde locks. Blue lifeless eyes stared into the brown ones of the farmer, who took out his outdated cell phone and called the local law enforcement.

"Seoul police department, what is your emergency?"

"I found a dead body in my pumpkin patch."

"Okay sir, I've got officers in route now."

A police cruiser arrived twenty minutes later, the farmer meeting them as they pulled up the drive. Both officers exited the vehicle and greeted the man with bows and handshakes before the farmer led the men across acreage of his property towards the pumpkin patch.

As they moved through the fields, one officer asked, "Do you recognize the victim, know if they're a local to the area?"

The farmer shook his head. "I don't think he's a local, but I do recognize him."

"Who is he?"

The farmer led them through the extensive pumpkin patch until he came to a stop, three pairs of eyes falling upon the body elegantly posed against the orange gourds as he responded, "Cinderella."

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