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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...

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Carlos del Puente relatos

When the murderer Kym Mûryer was activated his body reacted like a spring. Carlos del Puente Stories

lunes, junio 23, 2025
 The air hung thick and stagnant around Blackwood Manor, a decaying husk of a house that sagged under the weight of its own grim history. Moss like weeping black fuzz clung to crumbling stone, and skeletal trees clawed at the perpetually grey sky. Locals whispered of the place, of the Mûryer family lineage steeped in shadowed deeds, and most importantly, of Kym.Kym Mûryer....

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Carlos del Puente relatos

The screams of the murderer Kym Mûryer were a silence filled with whispers of unspeakable horrors. Carlos del Puente Stories

lunes, junio 23, 2025
The house stood on a skeletal ridge, a testament to expired ambition and enduring malice. Blackened timbers, like charred bones, clawed at the perpetually bruised sky. This was Blackwood Manor, infamous not just for its isolation, but for the man who had stained its history like an indelible bloodstain: Kym Mûryer. They said his screams, on the night they finally cornered him in...

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