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A man was walking down an alley at night. It was dark, but he had a candle to light the way. Around the corner lay a girl without her right arm, she was unconscious. His shoes clicked against the cobblestone as he turned the corner. He almost stepped on the small girl just barely spotting her. She wore a thin dress barely appropriate for fall, she was thin so she probably didn't eat often and she was pale. So pale it was surprising that she wasn't dead. He looked down at her. 

"She'll have to do. Wait is she alive?" He took a second look at the girl and noticed she was breathing. 

"Might as well take her back so she doesn't freeze to death. That would be such a waste." He scooped her up and brought her back to his manor.

 The mad man manor as the people in town liked to call it. They could only imagine the horrors that went on in that house.

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