Evening paints the crime scene in crimson. Trees loom, hushed and watchful. The tape catches the wind, trembling like a warning. Something hidden is surfacing; though some would rather it remain forgotten.
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Evening paints the crime scene in crimson. Trees loom, hushed and watchful. The tape catches the wind, trembling like a warning. Something hidden is surfacing; though some would rather it remain forgotten.