As I stood in the shadows, I felt the arms of darkness wrap around me. The cries of the birds and the sound of the wind started to eat away at me; the horror of the night has never been so vivid. I had fallen through a bottomless pit of horror when I heard the rifles sound and hot blood trickling down Lupito’s face. The blackness surrounded me, like a predator approaching his victim, silently. The river seemed to be stained with blood; its presence continued to gnaw at me as it washed over the riverbank and flowed into the main stream.
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