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Bloodlust
As night falls a fog rolls in. A lone figure wanders. He feeds on fear. His lusting is to taste blood tonight. He stalks his victim, surprises her, stifles her screams. His blade flashes in the streetlight. He steps back to watch her life oozing crimson from her body. His deed leaves him breathless. Her soul will join the others-- haunting him.
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