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▪︎Secret of the Slitted Throat▪︎ A crime is not a

▪︎Secret of the Slitted Throat▪︎ A crime is not a crime until it is proved. A criminal is not a criminal until he is caught. 《Captioned》 ▪︎Secret of a Slitted Throat▪︎ Genre: Crime Mystery There's a piano in my reading room. The one that speaks of my childhood. Not the good memories but the bitter ones. So, I was gifted with this massive, beige and unattractive piano when I was just ten. And consequently, my dad enrolled me in a piano class which I had to attend every Sundays for more than three years despite my unwillingness and the piano master, he was a jerk. "Life was sucking then" I mumbled. But why was I thinking about this right now? Ah! Today there's a Piano Competition in our school and I performed exceptionally bad. And the three winners are Rose Turner, Zach Holmsey and Carl Jones. "Like, seriously Zach secured the second position! gross. And Master Hamel, our piano trainer handed him a trophy." I sighed. Oh by the way, Zach was my best friend and a better pianist than me ofcourse. These thoughts were taking the shape of an invasive spiral in my brain and I couldn't help it. "The best you can do is to get out of your room and stroll amid the woods" echoed from somewhere inside me. And without giving it a second thought I moved towards the woods. The midday sun was shining brightly and I was heading towards my favourite spot, the huge oak tree and suddenly my heart skipped a beat. Despite the scorching heat, I felt a chill over my spines. I couldn't believe what I just saw. My limbs were shaking and my palms, sweating. I took out my phone from the pocket and texted, "Hey, Zach! Rose... Rose is lying dead down here. In the woods." Within no time he replied,
▪︎Secret of the Slitted Throat▪︎ A crime is not a crime until it is proved. A criminal is not a criminal until he is caught. 《Captioned》 ▪︎Secret of a Slitted Throat▪︎ Genre: Crime Mystery There's a piano in my reading room. The one that speaks of my childhood. Not the good memories but the bitter ones. So, I was gifted with this massive, beige and unattractive piano when I was just ten. And consequently, my dad enrolled me in a piano class which I had to attend every Sundays for more than three years despite my unwillingness and the piano master, he was a jerk. "Life was sucking then" I mumbled. But why was I thinking about this right now? Ah! Today there's a Piano Competition in our school and I performed exceptionally bad. And the three winners are Rose Turner, Zach Holmsey and Carl Jones. "Like, seriously Zach secured the second position! gross. And Master Hamel, our piano trainer handed him a trophy." I sighed. Oh by the way, Zach was my best friend and a better pianist than me ofcourse. These thoughts were taking the shape of an invasive spiral in my brain and I couldn't help it. "The best you can do is to get out of your room and stroll amid the woods" echoed from somewhere inside me. And without giving it a second thought I moved towards the woods. The midday sun was shining brightly and I was heading towards my favourite spot, the huge oak tree and suddenly my heart skipped a beat. Despite the scorching heat, I felt a chill over my spines. I couldn't believe what I just saw. My limbs were shaking and my palms, sweating. I took out my phone from the pocket and texted, "Hey, Zach! Rose... Rose is lying dead down here. In the woods." Within no time he replied,
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