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That night, as I wandered through the foggy streets of lower London, I saw a mysterious woman emerge from a seedy ‘love nest’.
Her firm gait and gentlemanly attire failed to conceal her captivating beauty and intense gaze.
Intrigued, I followed her at a distance, watching as she smiled a triumphant smile. A necklace with a gold pendant was the only thing that betrayed her femininity under this masculine disguise.
Suddenly, I saw her reach into her pocket, clutching something that looked like a dagger. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of the sinister designs of this fatal woman.
Noiselessly, I moved closer, but in the blink of an eye, she turned and locked her eyes with mine. Before I could react, I felt a stabbing pain in my abdomen.
As I bled out on the floor, I watched her walk away with her graceful gait, leaving a trail of terror behind her.