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![Even as they opened the door, the smell of iron filled their nostrils. “Why, yes,” said Isolde.
“That is quite a bit of blood.” Ambrose nodded, dubious that only words would come out if he opened his mouth to reply. With a quick look at him, Isolde said, “Let’s check the backyard so you can get some air. We’ll just follow the drag marks.”](https://www.angelabcomics.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Muffin-Murderer_10.jpg)
Jumping right into the deep end, aren’t we?
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Even as they opened the door, the smell of iron filled their nostrils. “Why, yes,” said Isolde.
“That is quite a bit of blood.” Ambrose nodded, dubious that only words would come out if he opened his mouth to reply. With a quick look at him, Isolde said, “Let’s check the backyard so you can get some air. We’ll just follow the drag marks.”