The Rose Murders | Original Story
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A blood stained cardigan. A cut from falling. The DNA evidence. Bodies in the woods. Where did all this mess start?
"The Eldest daughter of the wealthy Rose family has been found dead inside her home. Nothing has been confirmed, but some believe the heinous crime was carried out by her quarter back boyfriend."
This all started out so simple only Evangeline had to die, but now look at the mess we've made.
(I can't say much of the plot, but I promise it'll be good)
{Used to be The Rose Murders so don't come at me. It was my book}
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