His nude body had been cleaved with an axe, pieces of him flung as far as the ceiling.
Nothing had been taken. Not even a wad of bank notes left on the écritoire.
Yet tucked into the gore of Mr. Ridley’s broken sternum was the feather of a black raven.
Nothing had been taken. Not even a wad of bank notes left on the écritoire.
Yet tucked into the gore of Mr. Ridley’s broken sternum was the feather of a black raven.
Should have saved this one for Halloween Bingo I guess
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