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Painted in Blood

She entered the room with zinc walls. Her cheetah striped sandals ticked against the concrete floor as she moved further into the room that smelt like a rotten corpse.

Her blood ran cold as she read on the rusted wall, “My blood was cheap,” written with a blood stained chalk.

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