Prologue
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Roses... all this for roses...
She thought, as cherry-red petals started to fall over her cooling body. One drifted slowly toward her head. She could see it clearly despite the night's darkness. It rode the chill night breeze with a melodious grace, the stars twinkling behind it as if applauding its performance.
So beautiful...
The rose petal finaly landed beside her. With a tilt of the head she could see it floating on a pool of crimson among other like itself.
"Her head moved..."
"Do you think she's still alive?"
"Ofcause she is! Her head fuckin' moved."
The voices sounded distant, murmurs of a fading world, one that drifted further away with each chortled breath she took. She drifted away from the three men surrounding her, away from the knife glistening with her blood, away from the pain, away from the flickering streetlamps and warm blood that soaked the concrete. She drifted away from it all...
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