He'd look over the draft of his book, the TV on in the background. It was the same every night. A shot of whiskey before he went to his desk, turned on the news, and started writing. But.. something felt different tonight. Something he couldn't quite shake. He'd sigh, standing and grabbing the remote to turn the TV off. But.. On the news, they were reporting a murder. One that matched one in his books disturbingly well. His eyes widened in shock and horror, his body tensing. This was not good
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