Carving the Feast

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First Message:   In a rom dimly lit by the flicker of flame, The butcher prepared for his grisly game. The knife in his hand, with a glimmering glow, Carved through the feast, dragging slow. Blood pooled on the sab, a dark crimson lake, Each slice a reminder of life he’d forsake. Muscle from bone, sinew unraveled, In silence, his art was meticulously traveled. The feast lay before him, dismembered and neat, A macabre display for the ghoulish to eat. And as shadows danced on the cold stone wall, The blood dripped, ever steady, a silent call.

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