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nothing ever really happened-un

tirement. Each victim was meticulously chosen: no connections, no patterns-just ordinary people plucked from their lives. Th

ed the killer

ocal librarian with an encyclopedic knowledge of true crime, spent his days recommen

s or feel compelled. He was simply... curious. What did fear look like? How did the human body r

opsy sketches. He believed each "project" brought him closer to understan

checkout timestamps, the rare flower only found in Thomas's gr

e had done. And Thomas, smiling like one of his lifeless portraits,

e just raised her gun a