The boy was no stranger to death, having tossed his innocence away for more sinister hobbies. Around Halloween, while other boys carved pumpkins, he carved objects with a little more substance. Grinning like the Devil himself, little Toby Duncan set down his father's blood-slick fillet knife. Candlelight penetrated through Bobby Richard's empty eye sockets.
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