What Can be loved is lost

What Can be loved is lost

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In London lurks a serial killer out to avenge his mother. He doesn't except to be weakened by his heart who begins to beat for his victim. A/N: this is a short story that I had to write in my creative writing class and I was really proud of it. And it is also a requirement to publish them somewhere because we are graded on that so I posted it here. I don't own the cover picture
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