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Kill Your Darlings

Barbora Procházková · Fiction · November 2026
The ripped metal hinges on the door suggest a broken entry. The doorstep looks like it has scratches from some mythological beasts. On the first look, this is a crime scene. Literally. Like walking into a bloodbath but you know you’re too late, my friend. There’s no saving anyone. Ever.“IT, what do we have here?” I say, nodding at the rookie. The Bureau loves its acronyms. I step into the living room. The brown, beige sofa looks like it was taken from the trash and should have been burned years ago but at the same time it has the edge of coziness. If you were lying there with a warm blanket, you could be dead to the world. And now, you may as well be…“There’s an intimate photograph, in some very peculiar position.” The rookie nods, losing interest already as if telling me that it’s not really that important. Naked photos, and at this time, that’s pretty much all you have… people like to…
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