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Prologue
Chain of victims
Month before
Labyrinths of dreams
Hallucination
Horror Museum
Nightmares
Demon in the mirror
Bloodstained rose
Kisses of Demon
Innocent
Edge of torment
Blood drops on silk
Venice, 1570
Anatomy of pain
Act of irreversibility
Countdown of deaths
Face in a crowd
Luxury and Decay
Butcher shop
Unlucky bride
Venice, 1570
Discernment
Predatory mermaids
Venice, 1570
Ghosts behind the mirror
Venice, 1570
Self-sacrifice
Black Pearl
Venice, 1570
Butcher
Venetian
Alien wedding dress
Venice, 1570
Cuts
Silence of masks
Venice, 1570
Celebration
Venice, 1570
Ruthless
Injuries
Night Venice
Venice, 1570
Payback for fear
Venice, 1570
The attachment of the demon
Human sins
Venice, 1570
Day of the execution
Venice, 1570
Mirror’s terror
Whisper of providence
Venice, 1570
Night after execution
Venice, 1570
Dream near
Injury
Venice, 1570
Tomb of beloved
Gloomy Tower
Island Murano, 1570
Everything solves the knife
Venice, 1570
Martured stars
Incarnate fear
Innocence of the sacrifice
Venice, 1570. On the 8th of March. Dungeons of the Palace of the Doge. The day before the execution
Threads of pearls
Venice, 1570
Total pain
From the another world
Dead enemies
Venice, 1570
Murder
Dead flesh
Once in Venice…
Scary paradise
From the author
The blade slid on the skin, and there was a pain: a sudden, cutting, burning. Claire frowned and put aside the knife. The pain was stronger than usual, but the visions immediately retreated. The mirror in front of it became empty, only tiled walls of the bathroom reflected in it, her own clean, similar to the angelic face, assembled in the tail golden curls and the bleeding cutting wound on the elbow. Traces from several already healing cuts remained near the shoulders. Good angel! Claire crookedly grinned and immediately became serious. In the angels there is something mystical. The innocence is not so beautiful as the mystery, hidden in them and the debt of the cruel roaring other people’s sins. What is good here? Not only in the fallen angels, but in the real, some kind of cruel, inexplicable power is hidden. What makes them so attractive. And what makes people, externally similar to the angels, get involved in their own fears and even implement them? Something fascinating is how the blade dissects the skin, as some people are applied to the bottom of the razor blade on their own toungue or skip the skin from the lips. For the last she would not have decided. Scars remaining in her body, you can hide, putting the jacket. The blade cannot be touched her face.
Claire touched with finger tips the last cut, and the pain burned even more. But the vision is disappeared. She wanted to make a certain demon inside her consciousness to keep silence, and he kept silence. For a while! As long as the pain becomes less strong, and then he will return again and she knows how to stop him. The knife always lies near the mirror and there is her blood remaining on it. But in the mirror itself reigns emptiness.
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«How?» She herself did not notice that she said it loud.
«Neon sign caught fire, there, at the top,» someone from the idle onlookers standing next to her, helpfully suggested. Blissful! He did not even understand what she had in mind. Claire looked at the wreckage of the signboard, as on her own catafalque. Why should this have happened that she turned her close attention to those who were doomed? Could her wish to get rid of pain killed them. Pain, which arose like a flash, at the sight of these people.
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