The Clandestine Saga
“One night, I came home from my shift late. I was dead tired. She was still up, working on some project for her class. I’ve gone over the events of that night a thousand times in my mind, but for the life of me, I cannot remember whether or not I locked the front door. Anyway, a few hours after I went to bed, I heard a strange noise. It was a scuffle of some sort. I thought I was dreaming at first, but then I realized it was real, and it was coming from the living room. I grabbed my revolver and rushed out the bedroom door, but as soon as I turned the corner, I froze. My sister was laying sprawled on the floor, pieces of the art project fluttering down around her, and on top of her was this…
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