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Chapter III: Her straw
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2022-04-20 22:53:01It was eight in the morning when Helen's doorbell screeched. The roads were covered in snow and the pointed peaks of the mountain tops on the far horizon looked like rolled in icing sugar overnight.
In front of the house, clunky shoes had pushed down the snow, leaving slickness. The cold morning light reflected upon it, and with each passing second the way out became more dangerous.
When the doorbell rings at eight, you are anticipating the worst. At this time only messengers would ring. Either to deliver parcels, or - if you haven’t ordered anything - bad news. Such as the policemen Helen suddenly came face to face with.
‘We have a few questions about the night of the 25th.’
They were wearing green masks and uniforms in the same color: as green as Anni
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