The gallows-man hums the hymns of death, and all around the red leaves fall, percolating into boiling blood-drops as they rain down. The black widow puckers her lips for a kiss, and in that instant, the blade punches through your spine, and you lose cohesion, collapsing to the bitter earth. A twig snaps behind you, motion in the air above, and a soft hungry growl. Then stillness.

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