Hi everyone! I've decided to write a short story on a nineteenth century murder in the eastern USA. This is the preface. Please let me know what you think!
Preface
She walked down the dusty road by the stables, her neat shoes kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she went. The voluminous sky was a muted velvet indigo, night having fallen just minutes ago. Set on her destination, she was oblivious to all else, so the shadow remained unseen by her until it began to descend on her. There was no time to scream, to run, or even to think, before it plunged the knife through her chest and gorged itself on her life.
The shadow allowed a hardened smile-just a miniscule twitch of the lips- to crack its usually impassive demeanor. Then the murderer ran away.
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