Dirty hands and a tight garrote, lives lost to greed and precision. No better than a phantom siphoning the life from her marks to validate an existence few cared enough to note. Blood gets thicker and fingers start to ache, but the grip tightens as their body falls limp. A collection of ghosts on her heels; The Crows send their regards and hers come with them. A playlist for Marzia Vani.

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