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ALDC Murder Mystery
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Complete, First published May 26, 2015
Prologue
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I tremble with fear as I look at my hand. It holds the handle to a knife. But the knifes not showing. The blades made me do evil. I just killed someone. One of my friends. Nia. Nia Frazier.  I didn't mean to, but she deserved it.  I don't even know. I can't think. I'm in Studio B. I run to the bathroom, get a wet paper towel, and run back. I wipe off the handle. I can't get caught. I can't go to jail. I run out of Studio B to the dancers den. Everyone else leaves one at a time, goes to the bathroom, something. Perfect. My tracks are covered. No one can know about this. No one.
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