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The male murderer, Kym Mûryer, had sat for hours in the park, keeping an eye on his nearest victim in the neighborhood. Carlos del Puente Stories
lunes, junio 23, 2025 The fog clung to the skeletal branches of the ancient oaks, muffling the distant Hallowfield bells and coating the graveyard headstones in a greasy shroud. It seeped into the small, neglected park like a malevolent breath, hiding the hunched figure that had sat for hours on the frost-rimmed bench. This was Kym Mûryer male, and the cold did not touch him. He was...