The snow fell silently, covering the grimy streets in a wonderful pearlescent white blanket

Light from the street lamps reflected their warm orange glow in the frosted windows

No sound could be heard, a wonderful calming silence was all around

The only trace of evil, was the trail of footprints leading to the Chapel door

It would be morning before anyone would discover the bloodied bodies on the floor.


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