Lethean Shroud, Part Two

Rayanna grasped the door latch, smearing blood on the handle as she opened it. She pulled back her hands to study them a moment. Streaks and splotches tainted her fingers and palms. Ruddy grime seated deep under her jagged nails. Is it mine? She grabbed a crumpled napkin from the floor.…

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