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A body of brown water. So still. So peaceful. So seemingly innocent. And yet so deadly.
Sapphire clenched her hands into fists until her nails bit into her skin. Revenge would be sweet, but how to get it was the question...
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The past lingered in her eyes, a haunting reminder of the trauma she'd endured. Years had passed since that fateful night, but the scars remained. The memories of her mother's lifeless body, her boyfriend's desperate attempt to save her, and his ultimate sacrifice still burned within her. The injustice that followed, fueled by deceit and manipulation, had only added to her pain. The photograph, taken in the heat of her grief, had sealed her fate. A snapshot of her holding the knife, her boyfriend's lifeless body behind her, had been twisted to portray her as the killer. The truth, however, was far more sinister. The rain poured down like tears from the heavens, washing away the city's sins, but not the memories. She stood there, her eyes fixed on the spot where her world had crumbled. The laughter, the love, the life - all lost in an instant. The knife, still lodged in her memory, seemed to pierce her heart anew. Now, she's back, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those who wronged her. The system failed her once, but she won't let it happen again. This time, she's ready to take matters into her own hands.
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