Shards of Obsession
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Last published Tue, Jul 7, 2015
You hire. She hunts, she kills, she's gone.
To some she's a myth, to others a living legend.
There is no room for questions when the gaping silence is filled with the blood of your enemies, nor when anyone who gives the illusion of a better judgement is slaughtered and warped beyond recognition.
She has hundreds of names in hundreds of different languages (although none of them are real). Some call her the crimson ghost, the red assassin, the living devil. She is ruthless and unforgiving. No-one knows her real name or has seen her real face (which she covers with a mask in the literal and figurative sense), but they say that the last you see of her are her empty, crystal blue eyes and a flash of her blood-red streaked raven hair.
How would they know, though, when no-one who has been on her list has ever survived?
For all we know, it's an old wives tale.
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