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What happened after Madison read those files? Was it truly Faith? Was she being framed? Or was there somebody else?
Read to find out. (It can be read as a standalone but if you do, you might get confused with a few details)
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"Today is the day. The beginning of the end. I couldn't wait, to be honest. I have been waiting - but also dreading - this day.
I was excited to get it done but also terrified.
I had a lot of contradicting feelings.
This was not what I was expecting to be 'the end' but sometimes the unexpected is the right decision.
What I am about to do is something that might take longer than most times.
I open the car door and notice just how much my hands are shaking."
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Warnings: Mature contents, such as murders, mentions of blood, knives, amongst others.
I'm not a native English speaker, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to correct me.
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'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...
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