two : d i s a r r a y .

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"lolita! did ye come tae know about elizabeth's murder?" angus shouts from the other end of the room, his scottish accent heavy with anguish. running towards my direction, he shoves the newspaper in my face.

unable to read, i stare at the unclear picture in front of me. even though the paper is printed in black and white, the blood gathered on the floor seems to contrast heavily against elizabeth's pale body.

i wince as her disfigured lips come into focus.

time stops in a complete d i s a r r a y .

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