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Black Veins

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She strikes... And leaves as if nothing had happened. But you knew something did once she left. The carvings and gnashes on the crimson stained corpses of her victims. I never imagined I'd be stolen by a sociopath scythe-murder." Echo" she had told me, the name rung in my ear. She's sadistic, seductive, and insane. But the one thing you'd remember about her if you lived to tell the tale... Was her black veins.
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Sweet Dreams

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