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One Illusion

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He stared at the knife in his hands. He spun it around his fingers with a certain level of expertise as he paced to and fro across the room. 

A room where his imagination ran wild. A room where all the scheming and planning came to him like a second nature. Everything was now only a rough sketch in his head. But soon, they would begin taking form in reality. They would no longer be that one illusion he conjured in his mind. 

He put the knife to his throat. And pressed against it. Hard enough that drops of blood were trickling down the blade and onto his hideous orange uniform. He watched intently as his red blood started to create a nice, little puddle by his feet.All Rights Reserved

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