The thing that made it so difficult for him, was that it was the same job, day in day out. A recurring sample, a reel flicking over and over again. Continuous loop. Cycling. The same reality swirling around his neck like buzzards on a hook.
The walls dripped with a blood-red glistening ooze. Its malevolent beginnings cast a reminder of horrible deeds gone bad in its seeping spread as it reached the edge of the carpet.
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