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AT THE TAVERN
An old woman in the corner, suddenly cackles madly, and drawing a knife stabs the man seated next to her, over and over. Before any one can respond, she runs thru the door, screaming at the top of her lungs headed for the watermill. She climbs to the top, cackling madly the whole time, and throws herself off the top, headfirst onto the rocky shore below. A thin trail of red blood swirls softly with the rushing spring water, slowly disappearing as the always flowing river courses downstream. The broken body of the old woman slowly slips into the water, carried gently downstream, the river singing her death song..............
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