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Detective

Chapter 3 3

Word Count: 1457    |    Released on: 31/08/2022

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bably died Decemberish

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a tattoo on her left arm

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corpse. It was small,

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rists. 'It's difficult to

ly ligature marks. Antemortem. And a gag aroun

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fery looked up.

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