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Shirley’s hand was drenched in red.
She didn’t know how many she had killed.
She didn’t care.
The knife in her grip dripped with warm blood, its handle sticky against her palm. Her mask that was once pristine white was now stained in splashes of crimson.
It should’ve been heavy.
The weight of her actions.
The lives she had taken.
But instead—
She felt light.
So light.
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