Serial killer story – rough intro

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He held the knife as if his life depended on it, but it wasn’t his that needed saving. Their dependent lives, all but a crimson layer on the blade as their lives dripped to the floor. They never had anything in common, besides the cold blade that plunged into their skin and the look of despair in their eyes as they gasped for their last breath.

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