⤿　❛ murder mystery

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⎡ ᴛᴇxᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ⎦
You are a clown!
Put on your costume, powder your face.
The people pay, and they want to laugh.
And if Harlequin steals your Columbina, laugh, clown,
and everyone will applaud! Turn your distress and tears
into jokes, your pain and sobbing into a grimace,
Ah! Laugh, clown, at your broken love!
Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart!

Best regards,
The King's Hand

⎡ ᴛᴇxᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ⎦
Don't you think they looked pretty?
All three of them?

Love always,
The King's Hand

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⎡ ᴛᴇxᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ⎦
You have played your roles well, my knights.
Soon your charade too shall end.
Alas, that end is a choice of your own.
Your outcome will lie with the cards,
So keep them concealed.

Yours Truly,
the King's Hand

⎡ ᴛᴇxᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ⎦
i like killing people because it is so much fun. it is more fun than a killing wild game in the forest because man is the most dangerous animal of them all...

with love,
the king's hand

⎡ ᴛᴇxᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ⎦
murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. it's about possession. when you feel the last breath of life coming out of the woman, you look into her eyes. at that point, it's being God...

sincerely,
the king's hand

⎡ ᴛᴇxᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ⎦
and so you go
leaving me here
in a room with a torn shade
and vesti la giubba playing on a small red radio.

and so you left quickly
as you arrived to me,
and we have said goodbyes before,
and as i wiped your face and lips
you opened the largest eyes i have yet to see
and said, "i might have known
it would be you," ...you did see
but not long
and a woman with a smile of sunshine
said "i don't want to die,"
and your blood came again
and i held it in the pail of my hands,
all that was left
of the nights, and the days too,
and the woman was still alive
but i was not
i am not.

and you went as you arrived,
you left me quickly,
you left me many times before
when i thought it would kill
but it did not
and you returned.

now i have turned off the red radio
and somebody in the next apartment slams a door
the indicment is final; i will not find you on the street
or will the phone ring, and yet each moment will not
let me be.

it is not enough that there will be many more deaths
and that this is not the first;
it is not enough that i may live more days,
perhaps, more years.

it is not enough.
the phone is like a dead animal that will
not speak. it has spoken
but always the wrong voice now.

i have waited before and you will have walked through
the door.
now you must wait for me.

with love,
the king's hand.