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- >Among the soft shades of the morning sun, something hangs over the stairs. Something that will no longer howl to the moon.
- >His neck his snapped and drool leaks from his mouth, mixed with blood where he bit his tongue, the death was instantaneous.
- >There are no signs of a struggle, though his pockets have been emptied of everything.
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