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Requiem For A Stripper #298


Jen looked at me, unaware of what was happening behind her, and I yelled "Stop!" once more but they kept coming. I fired and the dark figure went toppling back and slammed into the ground.

I approached the figure. They had some sort of veil over their face and when I pulled it back I knew who it was even though I'd never seen her before. Her old face showed evidence of severe burns. You could tell the skin grafting hadn't worked very well.

"Why, Madame Helga?" I asked, kneeling down.

She coughed up blood and just looked at me...

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