When I’d last checked outside the stars were cloaking themselves in clouds to escape my mood. In my dim porch light’s blush the leaves were riding the blustery winds as if witches driven to madness, their tears coating the walk. Not a perfect night.
But a perfect night for a murder.
What time it happened I’m not certain, but midnight was near when I killed a darling. It had no name, nor…
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