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It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder rolled in the distance as lightning split the sky, casting eerie shadows across the grounds of the ancient castle. The wind howled through the empty corridors, rustling the tapestries and causing the torches to flicker ominously. Within the castle walls, three beautiful princesses lay sleeping, each more lovely than the last. Their names were Anneliese, Dominic, and Angela, from oldest to youngest. Little did they know that this would be the night their lives would end.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4yplf6AKId
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Their slumber was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from the north tower. A figure emerged from the shadows, clad in dark robes and wielding a sword. He was the assassin, the murderer, and his intention was to kill all three princesses before the night was through. His plan was simple: kill them in their sleep, starting with the youngest and working his way up to the eldest.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHe9fNRHnLb
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The assassin made his way down the winding staircase, the sound of his breathing echoing through the castle like a death knell. He reached the first door on the right, where Princess Angela lay sleeping peacefully in her blue gown. Without hesitation, he drew his sword and thrust it into her chest, ending her life instantly. Blood splattered onto the cold stone floor as her body slumped to one side.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3TnplBKVZe
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Next, he moved on to Princess Dominic's chamber. The assassin could hear her softly reading a book as he approached the door, the sound of her gentle voice filling the room like music. Without warning, he burst through the door and confronted her. She screamed in terror as he drew his sword, but it was cut short when he plunged it into her stomach, twisting it viciously as he went. Her chest was then pierced by another thrust of his sword, and finally, he severed her head from her neck. Blood sprayed across the walls and floor, painting a gruesome scene of violence and death.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPuaTDRX7Oy
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The assassin moved on to the final chamber, where Princess Anneliese lay sleeping in her pink gown. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and steadying his nerves. This would be the most difficult part of his task. As he stepped forward, Princess Anneliese awoke with a start, her eyes wide with terror as she beheld the sight of her sister's head in the assassin's grasp. She screamed, a high-pitched wail of horror and disbelief that echoed through the castle and out into the night.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaXgDs5W2Ha
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Her screams only seemed to fuel the assassin's determination. He advanced on her, his sword glinting in the flickering torchlight. Anneliese tried to scramble away from him, but she was trapped in the bed, her movements hampered by the heavy fabric of her gown. The assassin grabbed her by the hair and forced her back down onto the bed. With a savage thrust, he stabbed her repeatedly in the belly, driving his sword deeper and deeper into her fragile body. Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the sheets and Anneliese's dress. He did not stop until she lay still, her chest a bloody mess and her eyes glassy with death.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXsKqHgzvZo
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Finally, the assassin lifted her head by the hair and slit her throat, letting her body collapse back onto the bed. He took a moment to catch his breath, wiping the blood from his sword on the bed sheets. His work here was done. The three princesses lay dead, their blood staining the floors and walls of their chambers. Little did they know that their deaths were not the work of some madman, but rather the new queen, who had hired him to kill them all in order to secure her throne.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXxap6W7ZXb
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The assassin turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the castle. Outside, the storm raged on, as if nature itself was mourning the loss of the three innocent lives that had been taken that night. The castle stood silent and abandoned, its dark secrets hidden away from the world, waiting for the day when they would finally be revealed.207Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxdsSzcoIDq
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And so, the tale of the three princesses came to an end. Their deaths would be remembered for centuries to come, their names etched into the annals of history as victims of a ruthless queen's thirst for power. But few would ever know the truth behind their brutal murders, or the hands that had held the sword that took their lives. For the assassin, there would be other missions, other targets, other deaths to claim. And as he disappeared into the night, he left behind a trail of blood and bodies, his reputation as the queen's most trusted killer growing with each passing moment.
