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Circe fell down, down, down. Blood trickled from her mouth onto her white T-Shirt leaving a red stain behind. The hole in her top indicated she had been shot a red stain was flowing down her skin. There was a killer waiting behind the door of the cottage when she walked in, she was shot as soon as she entered the door. Killing. Her. Instantly. She made the wrong choice, she should have walked away.
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