One Hundred to One

October 21, 2015
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A grin crept upon my face. The purity raced through my veins. I watched as the blood rushed off my flesh, another soul gone with the wind. I set the daggar down, the one I just pulled from her heart. Life flew back into her pale face, stricken with death. Color returning, she gasped for air. One down, Ninty Nine more to go.

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