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By @firecracker_demon

A dead body laid in the living room. A little boy sat crying in the corner.

A knife laid on the counter, covered in blood and more fingerprints than you can count. Half of a com leg sat on the floor.

The front door was open. Footprints led halfway down the dirt walkway, and disappeared. A crow sat still on a fence post.

The neighbor’s dog was barking. Shouts could be heard, but no one was in sight. A breeze rustled the trees.

And the sky darkened, it started to pour. The footprints washed away, they disappeared completely. The little town of Calbuza was no longer there.

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