cryptic letter

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Beyond the shadows of doubt, the essence that lingers in the air like a smell of  fresh corpse mutilated.
As they carved up, may their flesh be cleansed with salt.
To dry out the blood but to keep it remained fresh.

Upon the rise of a new day police be buzzing in the streets. This letter will find it way upon the detectives who handle this case.
There for ought you may think you know my name but thy say your wrong.

Falsely following leads to an endless goose chase. I pity the next fool who is unworthy to challenge me.
Because next time they are not one corpse but three each one with There fear frozen in place like a frightening expression like Rigor mortis.

But beware police dogs, my letters won't describe how I mythological kill.
You have to use these things called brains if you have any  !!!!!!!!!

However, you may call me Evil....

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