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The proof.
Perhaps it was in the man that lay, his limbs splayed in odd directions, beneath the shade of the apple tree in his garden. His neck was split, his face stuck forever in an odd grin. His smile was hauntingly stretched. He had died, grinning hauntingly at his attacker while the life spilled out of him.
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