‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive.
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