Title: Valgfritt

Text: Raff the Sweetling looked up sharply as the long thin blade came sliding from her sleeve. She slipped it through his throat beneath the chin, twisted, and ripped it back out sideways with a single smooth slash. A fine red rain followed, and in his eyes the light went out. 'Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,' she sang sadly. A foolish, giddy girl she'd been, but good hearted. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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