My Wife, The Murderer

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d. Screams echoed around me, but all I could hear was a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I saw Lily,

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ire, my only thought to get to my daughter. I found her near the base of the ruined s

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. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was the beautiful, intricate ceiling I had designed for t