Darkness. A knife. A scream. Blood. A dead body. A phone call. The Police. Only questions, no answers. No prints. No mistakes. No clues. A Discovery at last. A note. Instructions. The painting. The safe behind it. Documents. Secrets. Murders. Stolen lives. Stolen Dreams. Justice. The Light.
Any resemblence of anything on this blog to anything that can be classified as good writing is purely coincidental and deeply regretted.
In case you are a closet masochist, you may continue reading (at your own risk of course).
Any development of suicidal/homicidal tendencies and/or a general desire to punch the computer screen are not the responsibility of the author.
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