The Taint of Betrayal.

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Roses scent the thorny path, scattering the dusty dark.  It calls me forth towards my death, haunting my dreams, and shadowing the day.  I can’t see beyond my rose covered grave.  It bleeds with the taint of betrayal.  ‘Murder,’ cry the crows above my grave.  ‘Death,’ cry the roses that twine around my murderer’s legs.

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