She laid cold. Her body glistened before the moon. She wore a blue and white country dress and looked almost Amish. No one would tell the detective anything, it was not their way. They lived in their small group and many never spoke to any outsiders. Blood was woven into her hair, the stench of death surrounded the area and her eyes stared on one paricular boy condemningly. Though the detective was quite aware that it wasn't he she was condemning but whoever was standing in his place when the murder took its toll. The detective noticed as small, cold tears dripped from the boys cheeks and down his worn, brown shirt.
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